Sun Mote Copse The scene is dead.

Fig didn't notice his mother hadn't joined until the fox had gotten far enough ahead that he knew the chase was not going to end in a meal. He did his best to at least drive it down a path that lead directly away from the territory. If nothing else, it hopefully had learned its lesson and wouldn't be back for a while. Fig stood for a moment, watching and listening for its retreat. After a few minutes, he was satisfied, so turned and headed back to Towhee.

He found her looking thoughtful, maybe somewhat melancholy. Fig frowned softly, feeling somewhat responsible. She was probably thinking about Fenn and what it might mean just having Penn Blackthorn as her caregiver. His fault. He hesitated, uncertain what to say until he found a thought he'd had many times before and decided to voice it. "She'd never come back if I tried to go after them, would she," he commented, only mostly rhetorical.