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Fig somehow found the name fitting for her, and he didn't spend much time wondering why. Her eyes were like twin sapphires, glinting bright against her pale fur. Except now, they were dulled some with disappointment at the facts she had shared.

"F--" he started, only to stop when she jumped, causing him to start himself. He whipped his head back towards the herd to watch for a moment, but it didn't appear that the wolves had been spotted yet and so they weren't in any danger that he could tell. He settled with a smile.

"These fights can get pretty loud. Sometimes they hit so hard, it sounds like thunder," he mused before turning back to her, "My name is Figment. Most call me Fig, though."