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

A response came from the empty air, which shortly thereafter held the form of the speaker in it. Fig stiffened at the sight of her, but relaxed some when he found no trace of threat on her. A memory swept through his mind of someone he hadn't thought of in ages. Finley Blackthorn. Penn's mother. They had the same chocolate colored eyes and ashen coat.

Coincidentally, it seemed their minds had gone to the place. Or rather, their eyes. Her comment brought a smile to his face and a soft laugh from his lips. "So I've been told," Fig replied with a wag of his tail, "And yours are very brown."