Sun Mote Copse There's no peace in quiet

Fenn's words made him wonder. What if they were? He didn't know Moonspear's history, but whatever sort of wolves they were, they weren't the kind Wraen and Arcturus were willing to have any sort of relationship with. The more he thought about it, the less he liked this. But, Fenn's knocked upon his shoulder drove those thoughts back. She was teasing him.

"I suppose it's possible I might be overthinking things," he commented with a small smile, though he was still a little uncertain. Perhaps he would talk to Phox about it sometime. He wished, not for the first or last time, that Rannoch were closer, not knowing of course just how much he would learn if he broached that topic with the Frostfurs.

Her next comment made him pause. He peered sidelong at her, wondering. It was an oddly vulnerable thing of her to say, in spite of her joke at the end. She must really be hurting. Fig frowned softly, then smiled at the gesture. "Really? You'd manage spare all of your eye rolls to the very end?" he teased, nudging her shoulder lightly to thank her without actually saying it. That would simply make her uncomfortable. And on that note...

"You know, you can talk to me too... about stuff," he said, a little more seriously. He wouldn't push her by naming the "stuff" that was specifically on his mind at that moment, but he wanted her to know too that he was there for her.