Neverwinter Forest He's always playing with a light

There was something about Figment that had made him a suitable companion for Bronco. He was steadfast, and could complement seemingly any wolf. From one as fiery and mercurial as Fennec to one like him, who occasionally needed to be rescued from his tendency to become sombre. 

While he hadn't asked what had happened to Bronco- who was very aware of his altered appearance- what he said, about strangers, struck him as perhaps a gentle nudge. He suspected Figment might be sugar-coating his experience with humour. He became quiet for a moment, contemplating. He knew Figment was likely trying to reassure him. Maybe Fennec had told him how way Bronco had been of strangers and venturing beyond the Caldera's borders after he'd come back. He wasn't sure how he felt, considering the fact that even Fennec didn't know what'd happened. Anything she would have told Figment would have been her own observation, and he wasn't sure he felt settled about that. 

"Yeah," He said, uncomfortably trying to agree with Figment. He wanted to believe the majority of wolves were good, but...The notion fell flat. He didn't want to invite interrogation so he cleared his throat. "Well hopefully we find a bunch of non-douche-canoes to join our pack. There've....Gotta be some out there somewhere."