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Fig had made two promises to Sugar--One, that he would start patrolling the forest's shrubbery for trapped packmates, and two, that he would take care of Nellie. He didn't really intend to uphold the first one (it had been a joke). The second, though, was just something that came naturally to him. So, when he came across her on his way out to the borders for a patrol, he decided he could be a little late for work that day. After all, it was a self-imposed start time. No one would know but him.

"Hey, Nellie," he called as he approached her with a smile and a wag of his tail, "Glad to see you aren't trapped today." Fig hadn't spent much time with her since then. That had been an odd day. He'd been so near her, and Sugar had tended his wounds and he'd been all awkward and squirmy... Shit. He wished suddenly that he hadn't remembered that. It made him feel kinda squirmy.