Redsand Canyon Your kisses are poison and all your words are treason

I swear I resisted as best as I could

Like the little moon orbiting the sun that he was, Fig had trailed after Fenn when she'd gone to Mereo to see her son. He'd wanted to follow her all the way to the borders, but he knew the conversation she wished to have was likely a private one. So, he'd held back. Mostly. He was far enough away to be a blip on the landscape, if anyone looked closely. But, he was close enough to see when multiple wolves approached his sister on the borders, men by the look of them, and rather fierce-looking ones at that.

And so, the little moon came zipping over to the sun.

He relaxed when he spotted a familiar face amongst those who had come to greet Fennec, his tail beginning to wag at the sight. He stilled his excitement so as to maintain his dignity in front of these strange, impressive men that stood at his father's side. He took his usual spot at Fenn's shoulder, his posture neutral but confident, his smile friendly though his eyes were wary. He dipped his muzzle to greet them, pausing to give his father a smile meant just for him, but otherwise said nothing.