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It was strange, learning about new lands and marking new borders. The former times he'd moved, he'd been too young for it to have that much of an effect on him. He was very aware of it now, though it certainly wasn't a bad thing. He didn't mind leaving the Copse behind for his attachment wasn't to a place, but to his loved ones. This move brought him closer to those that had left while still keeping him near those who had stayed. It was all in all a good thing, even if in some ways it meant starting over.

Fig squatted again to mark one of the many rocks that dotted the slopes that lined their new home. It wasn't as pretty as the Copse had been, but he had to admit, the view from the high ridges was one of a kind. He peered up at them, then looked away to the West where Moonspear stood tall and imposing. The sight was a comfort, knowing they had allies nearby when their hold on this new territory was still tenuous. At random, a memory came to him of he and Fenn as children, running along the borders looking for "coots". He smiled to himself as he marked another rock.