Moonspear the smallest steps bring about the most lasting change.

Fig had loitered in the valley for a while before finally deciding it was time to make the trek to Moonspear. He knew he was out of excuses when as to why he was delaying. And, more than that, he realized for the first time in a long time that he was ready to move forward again. He’d been standing still for too long, in spite of all the reasons he’d given himself for why it was good for him to do so. That had been true for a while, but he knew it wasn’t anymore. He needed to move on, but he could only do so by going back.

He’d meant to call as soon as he came to the pack’s borders, but his timing had been just right to come across Penn as he was returning from wandering about the Glen. They spent some time catching up almost like old friends, though neither of them were likely to admit that was the case. After a while, Penn at least realized Fig was stalling and promptly told him to ”Quit being a little bitch about it.” and finally, after taking sufficient enough time to scowl at him for it, Fig tipped his head back and called for @Fennec.