Sun Mote Copse Sanitized, alone.

Fig's heart sank as guilt weighed on him. He was hoping (foolishly) that maybe Towhee wouldn't have noticed that comment about Fennec and Bronco. Of course, she had, and of course she would. He silently contemplated how to answer as his mother turned to fill the blanks in for Reyes, who shortly excused himself. This took Fig's attention and he turned to give the retreating wolf a curious stare.

"Did he call me Frederick?" Fig mused aloud for a moment, giving Towhee a sidelong glance. He let it go after a moment and resigned himself to answer about Fenn. "She didn't really confirm one way or the other," he admitted, "But... I had the feeling going over there that she might not come back. Then I spent time with her there. She just seems... happier."

Fig frowned, not liking that he was the one to share these things. "You'd have to talk to her though," he said, trying to make it clear that he wasn't trying to speak for her, "She nearly bit my head off the one time I asked. I wasn't keen on trying to ask again after that." He smiled a little, but it was a sad one.