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"Well, clearly we don't have a good witch on our hands here, do we," was Fig's only retort as she expressed her preference for evil curses and vengeance. Once again, he wondered about this mood of hers, but didn't comment. He'd let things play out and see where they went. Perhaps she was just feeling homesick and it made her grumpy. Fenn never had handled the blues very well.

"Well, a lot, but I think you know of some," Fig answered, gesturing with his muzzle in acceptance of her request for a tour, "Maia is still here, still recovering from her injury. Did dad tell you she was attacked, or just that she was hurt?" The thought made him pause and sniff at the air, searching for any foreign scents that might have come their way while he was distracted by his conversation with Fennec. There were none, but he resolved to keep his guard up better.