Hideaway Strath bang the old hollow rubber ball around.

Fig's focus shortly became entirely absorbed by digging the limb free. At first, he was careful and slow--studiously positioning himself here and there in order to tactfully remove the obstruction. Unfortunately, the task wasn't actually as tedious as it needed to be in order to distract the boy from his troubles. Thus, his mind began to wander, and soon he found himself thinking of Fenn again, and how he had failed her.

Steadily, his movements became agitated, and his careful precision grew reckless. He tore at the earth with abandon as anger and misery began to take over his limbs. Before he knew it, there were tears in his eyes as his lips peeled back in a snarl. There were cuts on his paws when he finally stopped, but it was only to fling himself bodily at the tree limb, beating against it as his cries became sobs. He was a failure. He was worthless. He couldn't even move a god damn tree limb out of the way for her.