Firefly Glen keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

wanna fade here and then you come visit meeee?

"Gotta at least try to keep you humble," Fig replied with a smirk. He'd lost count of how many spars he'd won vs. how many she'd won, if he'd ever counted them at all. He liked to think they were even--a testament to just how much of a dope he was that he didn't hope he'd been the victor way more often.



Fig licked his lips as he panted, his mind going right to where Fennec's did. He smiled, pleased that while they might not be packmates in the near future, they still shared the same brainwaves. He quirked a brow at the term interloper, but didn't dispute it. "Lead the way, witch," he said instead, gesturing with his muzzle though he knew she couldn't see it. He would follow, as he did whenever possible when it came to his sister.