Firefly Glen you were a child crawling on your knees toward him.

Figment was relieved when Bronco didn't fight him. He was heavy wolf, so he wasn't pushed aside easily, but Fig managed. He stepped away from Bronco to look at Penn as the smaller wolf slid out from beneath Bronco and got back to his feet. He stepped forward then stopped, his heart in his throat. He'd thought that Penn would flee immediately, but he'd paused. Hope sprang, but then it wilted. They would get nothing from Penn Blackthorn. They'd failed her.

The Redhawk didn't pursue him as he bolted. A plea for him to wait rose in his throat, but Fig swallowed it down. It would do no good. He knew how stubborn the Blackthorn could be from their time travelling together with Fenn. Hope had vanished the moment Bronco had attacked him without provocation. They had nothing now on what had happened to Fennec. Slim as the chance had been that Penn would've given them something useful, it had been a chance. One that now was lost.

Fig couldn't find any words, so he merely stood there as the thoughts raced through his head and anger and sorrow warred in his heart.