Sun Mote Copse Wind singing in the willows

Fig had finished his patrol of the borders earlier that day and ever since had been looking for something to do with himself. He'd dropped by @Towhee and Meerkat to see if she needed and relief or company, but had found the pair of them sleeping. Not wanting to disturb them, he'd merely smiled and snuck away again. He'd considered tracking Phox or Fenn down then, but figured they were likely with Niamh and Bronco respectively. He didn't want to intrude upon them either. More Fenn and Bronco, truth be told. Fig was far more comfortable with his sister spending time with Bronco than with that Penn guy.

So, the young Redhawk was bored. He was very much considering returning to the borders and just taking another lap when he caught a different scent that intrigued him. Fig hadn't spent too much time with the pack's sovereign (mostly because he felt like a dork about trying to hang out with her), but this moment gave him pause. He recognized where her trail lead and where it likely ended. He didn't know how close Wraen had been to Finley and Elwood (his grandparents, he realized suddenly with some surprise), but that didn't matter. The yearling's paws had already turned.

Fig found her right where he'd suspected he would. She was alone and for a brief moment, he considered that maybe that's how she wanted to be. But, he suspected the sound of his steps hadn't gone unnoticed, so he continued to come closer until he was alongside her, shooting shy, sidelong glances over at her before settling his gaze on the ground before them.

"My Mom said Finley made up all the ptero signs for swear words," Fig said quietly. He didn't know what else to say and for some reason, that fact had just popped into his mind. Maybe because I just made it up. Seemed like a fair enough ice breaker, anyway.