Hideaway Strath On a couch of dogs

Fig didn't understand where it came from, but he could feel the tension in the air as his father called the pack to them. He sat quietly beside Fenn, glancing at her periodically to see how she was taking this all in to give him a clue as to how he should be feeling. He didn't like strangers, and he also felt like them making him move would be a bad thing. Phox certainly seemed to think so, and it made him feel rather on edge in spite of the gentleness of his father's features as he explained.

All that being said, Fig was starting to feel bored by the time his packmates began to arrive. He had begun to fidget against Fenn, likely annoying her but when did he not. This stopped the moment Nebula came into view and sat down. He dropped onto his stomach at the sight of her, his head tucked between his paws as though he were hiding behind a bush to gawk at her. She didn't say anything, so he didn't either. He just watched until another wolf appeared--one that actually spoke to them, which would've been alarming were it not for the fact that she seemed friendly.

That seemed to decide it for him. Fig sat up a little and smiled, his tail wagging. He didn't speak, but clearly he was intrigued by the nice lady and would've gone to her were it not for Towhee's appearance. Then he bounced into action, anxiously hopping over to her and bouncing up towards her face so he could give her some hello kisses and try to expel some of the nervousness this gathering had built up in him.