The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

I've shamelessly made sooooo many assumptions

In spite of the welcome he'd received, Fig still felt odd wandering around the Vale without his parents there. He hadn't really pledged himself to their ranks, and while they'd been nothing but kind, he still felt like a trespasser. So, he wandered the Wilds around Epoch instead. Exploring, hunting, and generally just loitering until they returned from Moonspear with news.

He still felt guilty over the fact that he'd declined to join them. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Fenn, but only that he knew he needed to do so on his own. Fig harbored no resentment towards her, but he had learned the lesson very well that he needed to establish boundaries between himself and his family. It was why he hadn't joined Epoch's ranks. It was why he likely wouldn't join Moonspear. He wanted to live his own life for himself. Living it for his family had simply never worked out.

All of this was running through Fig's head even as he crouched low to the ground, his eyes glued to the small herd of deer that grazed peacefully on the grassy slopes of the Sunspire. His gaze fell to a young doe, generally not the optimal choice of prey but for the fact that her belly looked heavy with pregnancy. He wasn't particularly hungry, but he did want to repay the wolves of Epoch for the hospitality they'd shown him. And, more than that, he wanted to get his mind off of his troubles, if only for the ten minutes it took to run her down.