Heron Lake Plateau that was pretty bad ass until it wasn't.

we do what we want, DAD

It didn't take Fig long to get caught. He heard movement and paused to see who it was. He was already shrinking slightly as he turned to see, thinking it was Towhee or Phox coming to put him back in puppy jail. The moment his eyes clapped onto his sister, he popped right back up again. So they would be making a break for it together, it seemed! Fig could be down with that.

He felt a slight shift in his purpose as he stumbled along after Fenn, who had indeed overtaken him. Where the Redhawk had initially set off with adventure and curiosity driving his steps, he continued out of a protective need to keep his sister company as she went on the adventure. He didn't notice his father moving at the back of the den, being too focused now on the task at hand. He was too busy dogging Fenn's pawsteps, and soon enough, stopping dead in his tracks to stare wide-eyed at the world that had opened up before them as they neared the entrance.

It was.

So.

BIG.