Redhawk Caldera On the trail of a loony klepto.

So it was that their quarry finally escaped them. Fig slowed to a stop beside Reyes while the other boy cursed and stomped about. He padded forward to sniff at the foliage that had made its escape possible, soaking in the creature's scent and committing it to memory. He'd have to keep an eye out for little fiends like these. Perhaps he'd go down to the lake and explore the banks to see if there were more lurking in their waters. They'd be good for hunting, if they could learn the right tactics to be successful.

Satisfied that he at least had the scent memorized, he turned back to Reyes to hear his muttering. He smiled a little. "Perhaps it's at least learned a valuable lesson," Fig offered. It was likely little consolation, but it was something. "I suppose we have a cache to refill now?" he commented after a beat.