Sun Mote Copse The scene is dead.

Once more, Towhee marveled at her son's candor. Especially as someone who couldn't necessarily communicate as well as the rest of the world, she really appreciated it when someone didn't bother mincing words. She only took a moment to appreciate this before processing the meaning of Fig's rejoinder.

"I don't think you're wrong about him being a reckless jerk," Towhee responded easily, "but we have to have faith in Fen, here. I don't think she'll let anyone get her into trouble or hurt. Not our Fen." With that said, she added, "I hear your concerns though. Well, I don't, but you know." It was too tough to sign while walking, though she did pause to flap a paw in the air before proceeding. "We don't have any choice, because it was Fen's choice, but that doesn't mean it's easy on us."

Before she could dispense any more wisdom, a fox flirted across their path. Towhee jerked to attention, muscles stiffening, debating between letting it go or giving chase.