Firefly Glen all we ever do.

Fig liked this fellow. He was polite, confident and friendly. It was odd to think that he was the same age as this young alpha when their accomplishments seemed so vastly different. He began to wonder about his own worth then, but only for a moment. He could sense that was a path that would consume his thoughts far too much when he wanted to remain present in this conversation. 

"This pup here? We should be thanking you for taking her off our paws," Fig teased, giving Meerkat a playfully skeptical look, "I still have a couple of other little sisters at the Copse you can have too. Though I'd probably ask you to trade Bronco for them." He was kidding, of course. He couldn't imagine losing more of his family to this pack then he already had, even though it wasn't really like losing them. He would know where they were and that they were safe, which is what was important. Fig simply preferred to see them every day rather than every few weeks.