Firefly Glen keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

Fig contented himself to continue sniffing around at the border markings while he waited. He was interested to learn more about the wolves that were settling here. He'd heard stories of Moonspear, though he'd only met their matriarch once from afar. He wanted to learn more. They were sister packs, after all. And apparently large enough that the pack could split into two and still have quite a good number of wolves in the new pack, or so he determined from the markings he read.

His ears swiveled when he caught the sound of approaching footsteps. He lifted his head and spotted her coming. He smiled softly, but it tensed when she greeted him. It was so casual. Too casual. She was definitely going to bail on him. He took a breath to steady himself under the weight of disappointment and sadness. He knew he was making assumptions that he shouldn't. He was being paranoid. He told himself not to project this on her--to just say hi and ask how things were going. Have a normal conversation.

"You're not coming home, are you?" he asked instead.