Meadowlark Prairie i'll be home for christmas.

It took Fig some time before he realized he was being followed. He felt a prickling in his spine that made him pause and turn to look back over his shoulder across the snows at the stranger. He tensed on instinct, but calmed in the next moment. There was something about her, something innate in her person, that told him she was no threat. He told himself to be wary still, but couldn't help but feel it was for naught.

"Are you following me?" Fig asked amicably, a small smile on his lips as he cocked his head at her. He couldn't fathom why she would be, but it seemed a fair enough question considering he'd caught her bouncing along in his footsteps like a wayward bunny.