Hoshor Plains you didn't come this far to only come this far.

MY DADDY

Fig had not expected to receive an answer so soon. He also hadn’t expected the answer to come from the exact wolf he sought. But, fate had a way of constantly surprising him, and he had no complaints to make about it. He spun in place, his ears perked and eyes wide as he searched the horizon until he spotted him—his father galloping across the plains to meet him.

”Dad!” Fig barked gleefully as he took off running to meet him. It didn’t take too long to close the distance, at which point he fell right into puppy mode. He bowed happily, ears tucked back, eagerly nudging and sniffing and nipping at his father’s chin. After a moment of this he stepped back and stood up straight, noting with sudden shock that he was actually taller than his father. When had that happened?

”Dad! It’s—” he began, only to stop suddenly when he noticed his father’s impairment. His jaw dropped and his eyes clouded with concern as a sick feeling swept through his veins and settled in the pit of his stomach. He looked back at Phox’s face then, unable to fully utter the question other than the very start, ”Dad..?”