Firefly Glen all we ever do.

Fig simply shook his head and accepted his title. He was a dorky older brother, and this was perfectly okay with him. It wasn't as though he could change it about himself. He remembered Meerkat being small, rolling around between his arms, nipping at his paws. He remembered her sprawled along his side, snoring lightly while she napped. He remembered her as a child and seeing her as something else was too bittersweet for him to not be affected.

He quirked a brow, smiling as she took up the role as enthusiastic tour guide. He tensed a little though, wondering if this was really okay for her to bring him past the borders. Fig opened his muzzle to question her, but thought of Fenn. She was allowed, so maybe there was an exception for members of sister packs? He still didn't understand the arrangement well enough, but she was already on her way, so he picked up his paws and brought himself back to her side.

"You always let non-pack members pass the threshold?" Fig asked, trying to be teasing in his tone though he was honestly concerned with the answer, "Or do dorky brothers just get special consideration?"