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

Wren. A nice name. Simple, and somehow fitting. Fig smiled and gave a nod, though he didn't voice his comments aloud. She seemed shy, so he made the assumption that a compliment might send her further into her shell. He didn't want that, so he didn't take the chance.

"Did you? It wouldn't happen to be Ulrich, would it?" Fig asked, curious. As far as he knew, there were no other packs in the area other than the one at Two Rivers Isle. He didn't know any other wolves who were part of the man's pack, though it could easily have been one of his.

In any event. "I do," Fig answered, "It's a little... dim for my taste, though. I like forests, but I prefer ones with more open spaces. More air to breathe, if that makes sense?" He left it on a question, hoping to entice her into sharing her own thoughts on the matter.