Sun Mote Copse We get wild like a safari.

*intrudes*

It wasn't until the loss of Elwood and Finley and Meerkat's miraculous party crashing that Fig finally understood what his father had told him about anger just not being worth spending the energy on. Whatever bitterness or resentment he'd felt towards Towhee had evaporated somewhere along the line. By the time he'd even thought to reflect on it, it had disappeared and he couldn't really put the exact point of its disappearance into his timeline. And it really didn't matter to him either. He was just thankful and happy to be moving forward and away from it again.

He was approaching the temporary densite with a gift for his girls--a somewhat raggedy haunch of wild big he and Penn had somehow managed to fell. Somehow managed being the operative phrasing here because Penn continued to be a complete and utter tool in spite of Fig's misguided hope that losing his parents might've forced him to mature some. Fig had reached out to the other boy knowing he was likely in pain and needed a friend, and while that might still be true, Penn was still a giant dick and it had been difficult not to get fed up and walk out on the hunt.

In any event, he'd at least managed to grab the haunch out of the Blackthorn's greedy, ungrateful paws for his mother and sister to gnaw on. However, Fig paused when he realized that someone else was already there. Someone whose voice he didn't really recognize, but he did recognize the tone of his mother's words (tone deaf as she was), and that had him picking up his pace and stepping silently and unapologetically into the gathering with bright green eyes pinned warily on the blonde male that seemed to be causing some ire.