Heron Lake Plateau Sitting down is stupid.

Fig felt a flash of victory as he landed a good chomp, but it was very quickly dispelled by his father's sharp yelp. He released immediately and bowed down sheepishly against the ground, peering up at him. He whined softly as he looked from his father's face to his paw, then crept timidly forward to place a few gentle licks upon the "wound". His tail began to wag then as he determined that he'd probably solved the problem, but before he saw any indication of that being the case, he turned to see Fenn faceplant.

The boy hopped up onto all fours and trotted over to where his sister was becoming one with the dirt. He was concerned, but it was growing less the more she did things like this and came out okay on the other side. "Giddup," Fig commanded in a weary, I'm-so-bored-with-this kind of voice and moved to help her by prodding her with his nose because that's what helpful is.