Sun Mote Copse We get wild like a safari.

Fig didn't remember Pippin from their days at the Grove. He hadn't been close to any of the other wolves there outside of his immediate family. The exception to that had been Dingo, but he had disappeared long before the earthquakes had begun (I'm pretty sure.....). Even if he had, it likely wouldn't have helped the tension the boy felt as he watched the scene unfold--a tension that didn't ease until his little sister abandoned the stranger and came stumbling over to him instead.

The yearling slipped to his belly, unable to keep the small smile from sliding across his face. He saw Towhee face the other male. He did his best not to listen to their interaction, recognizing it was not likely a conversation he was meant to be privvy to simply by reading their body language. He focused on Meerkat instead, lifting his paw to try and smush it gently on her head as he murmured a fond, "What kind of trouble you makin' today, Shoes?" He felt more settled with Meerkat being near enough for him to protect. Towhee could handle herself if the guy tried anything, though he still kept watch out of the corner of his eye just in case.