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

Fig listened in silent alarm as his father explained what had happened to the best of his ability. He couldn’t imagine what might have occurred to his father that would fill in the blanks. Surely if some sort of bear or mountain lion had attacked, it wouldn’t have taken a leg and just left Phox alive. There was a huge piece of the story missing, but Fig could tell it was not one they were likely to find.

He sighed. ”Well, that’s very unsettling,” Fig said a bit wryly, ”But I’m glad you’re alright. Well, that most of you is alright, anyway.”

Fig paused to take another look at his father and willed himself to forget his concern. ”Is Mom here too? And my brothers and sisters? Is Fenn..?” he asked to distract himself, faltering a bit at the end. What had happened with Fenn was still a bit of a sore spot, though he wished it wasn’t. He still was hopeful for news of her. News that wouldn’t involve dismemberment, with any luck.