Neverwinter Forest He's always playing with a light

Fig grinned and feigned insult when Bronco told him wasn't a Towhee. He couldn't argue the next point, though. If anyone was a Towhee, it was Fennec. Fig personally thought she was a bit more of a Niamh, actually, but he didn't think Bronco would appreciate that comment, so he kept it to himself.

"A Towhee with a sprinkle of Finley," Fig mused, "An intimidating combo." He was quiet as Bronco continued, enjoying the trip down memory lane. He hadn't thought much about Finley and Elwood, or their kids, for some time. He remembered them fondly, but couldn't claim he'd ever been close with them. The only one he'd been close-ish with had been Sugar Glider. The memory of her brought some warmth to him, and he smiled wistfully. It would be nice to see her again.

The question pulled him out of his reverie. "Some," Fig answered vaguely, "Just a few strangers I made some small talk with. I helped a couple with a hunt once. They promised they would share the meal if I helped, then ran me off once we made the kill. That was a nice life lesson." He smiled and added, "Some people really suck. But a majority of the wolves I met were kind enough."