Sun Mote Copse Rosie the Roomba

Fig had been busily cutting his teeth on a broken antler he'd dug up from an abandoned cache near the borders when Phox approached. It didn't smell as though anyone had touched it in months, so he figured it was up for grabs enough that no one would mind he borrowing it for a bit. The season had made him feel restless and he found gnawing on things to be a relief for the tension and anxiety. One day, when he was older, it probably wouldn't be enough. This would be a great time to make a joke about bones and how gnawing on one wouldn't compare to do something with the other, but I dunno, I'm not really awake yet.

He paused to peer at Phox when he approached, noting there was something not quite right in his countenance. His ears straightened and he frowned, seeing past the casual cheeriness and knowing without really knowing that this wouldn't be a typical conversation. He didn't speak, but simply let his bright green eyes rest on his father's face as a sign that he was indeed available to chat.

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