Chimera Fields roll with the wind

Fig would’ve been happy for her to dismiss him or drive him off. He wasn’t much in the mood for company, or food, for that matter. But, she approached instead, and her intent was clear. He suppressed a sigh, but stayed where he was. Depressed though he may be, Figment Redhawk still was not capable of being rude.

At her motion, he nodded and turned towards the deer—his own silent signal that he was in. He crept forward slowly, keeping his hunting partner in the corner of his eye. He would coordinate with her and move where she sent him, whether she did so directly or indirectly. He’d spent his life in quiet, almost instinctive orbit around his sister. He knew how to apply the same concept to others, even if he hadn’t met them before.