Sun Mote Copse he went galumphing back

Sugar seemed to be somewhat soothed by his update about the remainder of the pack. Though soothed was perhaps not the right word. Maybe just... distracted? He couldn't quite place it. But in any event, while the smile didn't really show much in the way of honest happiness, he knew that she'd be glad for her family a little later on down the road, when the wound wasn't so fresh. 

Fig nodded to confirm that they were in fact doing well, not bothering to add the caveat as well as they can be. He felt that went without saying. He listened to her news about Tegan and Bat, making a noncommittal gesture with his muzzle that didn't really indicate whether or not he knew of them. The names were familiar, but he was pretty sure he'd never actually known Bat. Tegan, it took him a minute to realize, was the angry guy who'd killed his sister's hawk. That might not be worth mentioning just now.

"That's great to hear," Fig replied. It was bittersweet how they'd name a pup after Finley without realizing the matriarch was gone. Little Fin was the reigning Fin now. She'd have big shoes to fill with her little peets, or so Fig understood.

He smiled, then nodded at her last. "Of course," he answered, though he felt an anxious sickening in his stomach at what Sugar would think of her older brother's current state. He lifted his chin back and howled for @Eljay at her prompting, then dropped his chin back to look at her. "He's... Well, I just want to warn you," Fig started hesitantly, "He's not holding up.. the best..."