Sun Mote Copse How can we live in charcoal towns?

As usual, Figment was on border patrol when he heard Nellie calling for him. He paused to listen. Concern began to trickle and then flood his veins when the call ended with a request for Eljay. He didn't know the eldest Blackthorn well, but he knew what job the man held. Whatever this was, it wasn't good. He took a steadying breath to calm himself and gather control of his emotions before he took off at a swift canter, heading in the direction Nellie had called from.

When he arrived (rather quickly, I might add), he wasn't entirely certain how to take the scene laid out before him. There was no blood, no bruises, no trouble that he could see. But still, he could tell that something was amiss. One look at Towhee was enough to tell him that. "Mom?" he said quietly, brushing alongside Nellie's flank as a thank you before stepping up to her. All awkwardness and anxiety about what had happened at the Strath was gone from him as he reached out to nuzzle her cheek. There was only love and concern left. 

-"What's wrong?"-