Sun Mote Copse You hit me once, I hit you back

samesies!

Fig listened quietly as his leaders spoke. He wasn't too familiar with the place they were going to, but he trusted that it had been thoroughly investigated and deemed a safer place for them than the Copse. He dropped his gaze again to his little siblings, feeling his protective instincts rising as he thought of them traveling out there, in the Wilds. They'd be surrounded by pack, of course. But still. There'd be no borders around them to keep the danger away.

But, borders were made by wolves--the same wolves that would be with them. This thought comforted him and he took a steadying breath, only to turn his attention to Towhee in the next moment as she posed a request to him. He'd almost forgotten. Fennec. She wasn't here. For a moment, he felt torn. If they didn't go with the others, his little siblings would be down two very capable protectors. But, they would have Niamh and Phox. Fennec would have Penn, at best. Penn, who would never bring her home. He'd probably take the opportunity to whisk her away with him.

Fig had to take another slow breath to keep his hackles from rising at this thought. He looked at Towhee and nodded his consent, then moved to bid his family farewell for now. It was time to go hunting.