Sun Mote Copse he just started like banging his hands together.

Fig was distracted from his searching by the sound of approaching footsteps, soon followed by a shout of his name. He turned to look behind him with interest, a smile breaking across his lips as he saw one of his sisters following his trail. He'd never managed to be as close to his father's second litter as he had been with Towhee's first--the distance between himself and Niamh making it a bit uncomfortable. But they meant no less to him than any other of his siblings because of it.

"Hello, little sister," Fig greeted, reaching to nudge her temple affectionately. She was getting to be far less little than she had been, but he still could see her as a tiny pup gumming ferociously on his paw. "You alright?" he asked, noting her voice sounded a little off.