Emberwood let's talk about myths baby.

On edge as he was in this new territory, he reacted calmly enough when he sensed her approach. He turned to spy her approaching through the trees, reaching out to nip at her forehead when she came near enough by way of a friend/annoying greeting.

"Not the worst big old circle I've had to walk in over and over and over again," Fig replied with an assessing nod and a smile. He began to move again then, pausing after only a few steps to sniff at the base of a tree. It smelled of squirrel, and not too distantly.

"What're you up to, my liege? Shirking your leader-ly duties already? Or just come to deliver a command to your favorite peasant?" he asked conversationally as he worked, his tail wagging.