Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

Fig was focused intensely on his hunt, but not so focused that he wasn't aware of what was happening around him. His steps slowed when he first sensed her presence--initially nothing more than just a feeling that he was being watched. But then, other clues arose, until suddenly he was swinging around to spy her watching him. His teeth were bared when he turned to her, but his expression shifted abruptly into one of surprise.

He knew her.

Of this, Figment was certain, but it wasn't immediately clear to him how he knew her. A memory nagged at the corner of his mind, but he couldn't drag it into view. He frowned as he tried to remember, but the seconds ticked by until he finally remembered that he had no time to try and remember. He was on a mission.

He glanced back in the direction he'd been heading, then once again at her. With a jerk of his muzzle, he motioned for her to move, but in the opposite direction. He knew it would seem rude, and while that bothered him deeply, it would've been far worse to involve her in what he was doing. He could only hope the apologetic, concerned expression on his face told her as much as he turned and continued on.