Hideaway Strath all great and precious things are lonely.

Fig spotted movement in the trees, far in the distance. He paused to squint at the form, determining it was a wolf after only a few moments of scrutiny. Curious, he ventured forward to close the distance between the two of them. He hadn't run into anyone else so far in the Strath in spite of the amount of time he'd spent there, and he could use a better distraction from his loneliness than bird songs.

"Hello there!" Fig called with a smile and a friendly wag of his tail once he came near enough.