Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

Fig’s hackles stood tall as he stalked away from the borders of Emberwood. He was following a trail that he’d caught within the territory. It wasn’t a welcome one, so while he was pleased to find it leading out and away, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was certain the creature had gone far, far away.

He hadn’t called to let Bronco or Fenn know he was going. He was concerned the creature might still be nearby and hear him. He didn’t want to lose it. Fig didn’t think he’d go too far though, or be gone too long. And so he was startled to find the Sun was beginning to set. He paused briefly, considering for the first time that he might need to turn back. But the moment passed, he was close, and he wasn’t turning back until this was done.