Bramblepoint Burnt out from a joyride

Fig had always wondered what had happened to his friend. He'd worried after her, but here she was, clearly alive and whole. He was glad for his dark fur (or would've been if wolves were aware of things like blushes) as the heat rose to his cheeks at her smile. It took him a moment to realize what she was talking about, but he chuckled softly at himself when he did. "Yeah..." he said as he lowered his head to try and tame his hair with a paw, "I was... fishing." He didn't really want to explain how he trained in the water. He'd embarrassed himself enough.

His attention went to Meerkat when she spoke. It occurred to him then that they'd never met before, so he smiled and settled in to witness their meet-and-greet. He hadn't expected the sudden stab of realization in his stomach Meerkat called herself Nellie's brother from another mother. While he'd had no trouble whatsoever considering Bronco to be his brother, he was unsettled now being faced with the realization that the same relationship that made him that to Fig now made Nellie his sister.

Fig swallowed thickly and looked back at Nellie. His friend. Sister. Sister. Right. "Meerkat belongs to Towhee," he explained, "Which is to say, she belongs to Niamh and Phox too. So yes, she's our... brother." He smiled as he looked back at Meerkat with a quirked brow. Their brother. As in, they shared siblings. Sister.