Heron Lake Plateau every sunrise begins with new eyes.

The offer of a pack and a place to rest was a tempting one. He hadn't been gone from the Frosthawks all that long, but Fig was not built for the road. He craved the steady companionship of family too much. He'd put in his time as a loner and had grown much from it, but it was not the life he wanted. He wanted what Ulrich offered.

Not yet, though. "Your offer is a very kind one, and tempting..." Fig started, hesitating for a few extra seconds of deliberating before he sighed and continued, "I'm not quite ready to settle down, though. There are a few places I'd like to visit, and some family I think are still in the area that I'd like to track down. Perhaps once I've done what I need to do, I'll come back?"

Fig felt bad asking to have the door left open for him, even more so because he wasn't entirely certain if his path would lead him back. He didn't know what his future held yet, but still.