Heron Lake Plateau every sunrise begins with new eyes.

It had taken Figment some time, but he had finally made it to the Plateau. He walked the grassy knolls, weaved along the winding creeks, strolled the peaceful woods of his childhood home feeling content in a way he hadn't in a very long time. Fig had never considered himself to be the type of wolf to become attached to a piece of land, so he was surprised to discover he was to this one. He didn't even entirely remember it, but his body did. His heart did.

There was something that felt off, though. And though Fig had done much growing over the past several months to shake himself of his anxious attachment to her, it still felt wrong to him to be there without Fenn. He felt the aching in his chest as he stepped through the tall grasses at the edge of the lake. He missed his sister.

He needed to clear his head.

With dawn just barely upon him, the weather was not quite warm enough to make taking a dive the most appealing activity. Comfort was not a prerequisite for his decision at that moment though. He slipped into the lake like a black serpent and waded into its depths until the water was up to his shoulders, letting the bite of cold take his mind back to a more centered place.