Sun Mote Copse There's no peace in quiet

"I know," he reassured her with a grin. She might think she was being facetious, but Fig knew that her words were true enough. She might do her best to mask those traits under sarcasm and nonchalance, but they were still there and he knew it.

Her next response made him laugh with a little roll of his eyes. He hadn't expected a serious response, but her wit always surprised him. Looking ahead, the landscape brought his attention back to what they were supposed to be doing--finding hunting grounds. He slowed to a stop, leaning slightly against her so she could feel him doing so. He sighed. 

"Well, it's not so much of a clearing anymore as it is a giant mud puddle," Fig informed her, frowning at the muck. He thought it highly unlikely that any sort of prey still roamed around these parts. "What do you think, wanna keep looking, or do some painting?" he asked.