Greatwater Lake Before we ever learned the fear of being bold

Fig chuckled at her response, but was quiet to let her continue with the truth. He wouldn't put it past her to actually have a horde of hungry badgers at her beck and call, but there was no mistaking that look on her face as she'd shared the news. He'd seen it before--a mother speaking of her children. Not just anything could make a parent light up the way their kids could.

"There are little brothers too?" he repeated, shaking his head. He had missed a lot, hadn't he? He felt a pang of longing, regret for not being there when so much had happened in his family's lives. "Yeah, I have actually," Fig confessed, shaking his head briefly to clear it, "I left the Frosthawks a while ago and have been on my own for a few months. Thought I'd steal a page from your book and see what I'm made of."

He paused, coming to a quick conclusion that made him laugh softly once again. "I have a feeling I'm made of the same thing I always have been, though. I can't believe I've missed so much in your guys's lives," he said with a shake of his head.