Hideaway Strath you don't know the power of styrofoam.

It seemed likely almost second nature now for Fig to remain conscious of Fenn's whereabouts as he moved. It was as though he had a gravitational pull to her--always darting close to show her the way when she went off course, slowing down when they got too far apart and springing ahead when he needed to shift her path away from some obstacle she couldn't see. He didn't even notice he did it. The path he saw ahead for himself simply included her. It couldn't not include her.

After a while, they eventually made their way to the borders of the territory. Fig slowed to a stop as they came within a couple dozen yards and stared out, feeling fiercely proud and excited to make their parents as utterly happy as he knew they were about to by finding them all the coots. "We did it! We founda bodos," he announced, bumping his shoulder against hers, "So less how an' den we kin get 'em." Simple as that, right?