Chimera Fields roll with the wind

It had taken Fig a long time to decide to give up his search. He'd known from the very beginning that his sister was gone because she chose to be. It had been no mistake, no incident beyond her control. Her departure had been a deliberate, intentional act. She didn't want to be around him right now. She wanted to be alone.

Even so, Fig had tried to find her. Even if he spotted her for only a moment, it would be enough. He just needed to know she was alive. She was safe. She was somewhere in the world, somewhere he could find her again.

It wasn't meant to be.

Fig paced through the blooms, barely noticing the color at his paws though he stared right at them. The world was a dull, grey thing to him. But his melancholy did nothing to mute his other senses, which is what caused him to slow to a stop before he interrupted the stranger's hunt.

He lifted his head as the scent of deer borrowed his attention, his eyes scanning the immediate area. He didn't spot the buck, but he did spot the girl. He slid instinctively into a hunter's crouch and stood still, not wanting to make a move until he knew the score.