Redhawk Caldera who tells interns what to do.

Fig looked at his father when interest when he confessed that he too had spent little time contemplating his future when he was young. Maybe he wasn't such an idiot after all, then. Ever since meeting Osiris, he'd used the other boy as a yardstick by which to measure himself. Maybe he was being unfair to himself. Osiris was clearly exceptional and while Fig wanted to be the best he could be, he could be content with being average.

Well... He would at least strive for above average.

He wondered if it would ever not be strange to hear Towhee being called Towma.

"Don't worry. The only one I feel pressure from is myself," Fig admitted with a wry grin, "I just want to help the pack however I best can. And I always have been kind of intrigued by the pack politics. Y'know... the decision-making process and coming up with what to do in tough situations for the good of the pack. I don't know that I necessarily want to be the one making the call, but... I think I'd like to help."