Sun Mote Copse Today's the first day of the rest of your life

Fig hadn't been by the borders when Wraen and Arcturus went searching for him. He'd finished his patrol a while ago and had busied himself since by rooting around for a snack. He thought he'd left part of a muskrat somewhere nearby, but he couldn't seem to figure out just where. He was on the verge of giving up and going hunting when he heard the call.

Pleased to be distracted and curious to know why, the yearling cantered off to answer the summons. He was closer to Wraen now, but still not close enough to have any real guess as to what she needed. Perhaps she'd come up with an odd job that needed done. He was going to ask her just that when he saw, until the moment he discovered she was not alone.

Fig stopped before the pair of them, his posture relaxed and respectful, though slightly wary. He didn't know who this other guy was, but he was quick to take his cue from Wraen, who seemed perfectly comfortable around him. He settled and offered a smile to them both, his ears shifting forward and back as his tail gave a soft wag. "Wraen," he said by way of greeting, his bright green eyes flashing to her and then to the other male, to whom he gave a polite nod of his head.