Sun Mote Copse i'd rather chase the Sun than wait for it.

Amused as he was by catching motes, Fig was not otherwise oblivious to his surroundings. So, when he came near enough to another to begin to feel their eyes on him, he paused to listen to the tension in his frame.

His ears perked as he turned his head from one side to the other, nostrils flaring as he sniffed at the air. He did not spy her, so had only his gut to go on when he spoke a tentative, ”Is someone there?” out into the sunlit woods.