Sun Mote Copse he just started like banging his hands together.

Sometime between the start of Rain Month and getting lost, Figment and Fennec had come home. Alyx had no idea how she'd missed this development, but chocked it up to being mired in misery, then recovering from her time in Rusalka. Not that there was much recovering to do. They'd treated her very kindly and returned her better than they'd found her, so she had nothing to complain about. But in the days thereafter, she began to miss her friend there, and became strangely reclusive for a week or two.

Now she was out and about again, intently following the winding scent trail her older brother had left along the borders. He wasn't prey, but she nevertheless felt she was honing her skills by tracking him. It wasn't much of a challenge, unfortunately. His course was pretty obvious considering he was clearly on a patrol, but she did her best to use only her nose. She even shut her eyes at one point and followed where the scent was strongest, at least until she bonked her snout into a tree thanks to the splash of urine he'd left all over it.

It was still stinging when she caught up to him. Fig! she called out in a somewhat nasally voice, wondering if he would recognize her now that she was all grown up.