Heron Lake Plateau every sunrise begins with new eyes.

Fig shrugged, not at all bothered that his surname was unknown. He didn't share it out of pride, but out of hope. Hope that perhaps his companion might know his family and be able to share something about them. He longed for news of Fennec, of course, but not just her. His mother. His father. His siblings. There were so many he hadn't seen in such a long time. And he was surrounded by the memories of them here.

He drew himself away from the reverie as the conversation continued. He gave a nod to indicate the water was indeed cold, but he didn't elaborate. He felt no need to explain why he was swimming even though it was cold, not unless asked. Besides, he was more interested in the conversation that unfolded next.

"I don't live anywhere, at the moment," Fig answered honestly, his gaze drifting North towards the man's territory, "I was born here, though we moved on when I was still very young. I just wanted to come back and see the place. You know, do the middle-aged man thing and reminisce about the good old days for a bit." He grinned.