Emberwood the sorcerer’s apprentice.

With that, she began to collect herself again. Fig was under no delusion that this would be the end of her heartbreak, but he once again would follow her lead. If she wanted to rage and scream, he would listen. If she wanted him to tell her what to do and give her advice, he would find some to offer. If she wanted the two of them to go hunt Bronco down and tear off his manhood, then the hunt was on.

He wasn't going to offer that last one as a suggestion, though.

"That's alright," he told her when she confessed she didn't want to pursue their home in Emberwood any longer, "We can find somewhere else. Or we can just travel together for a while. Whatever you want to do, I'm right beside you." He wasn't entirely certain if she'd meant she didn't want to settle in Emberwood, or if she didn't want to pull together their own pack at all anymore. It didn't really matter, though, and they didn't need to decide now. There would be time.