Sun Mote Copse looks like we just got a little closer.

Standing at the borders with his family's familiar scent about him, Fig felt like he could breathe for the first time in weeks. It was an anxious breath--the rain coming down in buckets around him was worrisome--but it was still heavily saturated with relief. He didn't know what would happen next as far as whether or not he'd be saying good bye to Fennec again, but the waiting and wondering was finally on its way to being over. More importantly, he was home.

Fig smirked at his sister as he dropped his muzzle and was pelted with her sarcasm. He knew, of course, that Towhee wouldn't hear his call, but he wanted whoever did hear to know he was looking for her. He didn't bother explaining this to her, seeing as she probably already understood and was just being a pill to cover her own anxiety. He merely bumped her shoulder with his hip and turned his gaze to the trees, waiting for someone to show.

To his credit, Fig did a decent job of not dissolving into a happy, squeaky, excited little puppy at the sight of his father racing to greet them. His body was fairly wriggly from the force of his wagging tail, but he stood tall and swept into Phox's embrace like a man. "Dad!" he greeted, grinning as he stepped away, -"All is well on our front. How are you? How are the kids? This rain is something else--are the woods holding up okay?"- He imagined many of the streams and little ponds within the woods were likely flooding. Hopefully not so much that anyone was in danger from it, but he would probably worry about that even after he was reassured that everything and everyone was fine.