Hideaway Strath When we fight.

Fig listened eagerly as Towhee explained what she wanted them to do, his little tail flapping against his (and Fenn's) haunches. He felt a stab of disappointment when Phox excused himself, but mostly because he was torn over wanting to go explore the noise and wanting to learn to be a mercenary. It was short-lived, though, because his mother was soon enough telling them to attack her and he was all about that.

The boy yapped an excited "battle cry" as he barrelled forward towards Towhee. He put zero thought into what the best approach to his attack would be--instead taking the direct route and throwing himself right at his mother's face and trying to bite down on whatever he could find because that's what puppies do.