Redhawk Caldera I bet they've never had a broken heart

Fig went ahead and let his gaze scan across the territory as they walked, leaving his subtle ways of guiding Fenn along to instinct. He'd adopted the habit of gently bumping her hip or brushing her shoulder to direct her at a very early age. Doing so now was second nature to him, so much that he likely did it to other wolves when he walked with them. I should write that in more often.

"It was just South of the territory, in the Woods that stretches across our borders there," Fig explained, "Guess he acted all friendly, then just went after her for no reason. It's pure luck that we'd relocated here not long before it happened, otherwise who knows what condition Maia would be in now without Eljay to take care of her."