Dens were not a permanent thing for the small slave boy, and neither were his homes since he was being moved around often by Masters. Temporary ones were made from what he could find laying around for those harsher nights, bending the grasses in the pains or using the leaves from the palms of the oasis. Today however, the male was looking for nice leaves to bring back to the plains, offering them as bedding for his Masters and their children. He had to be careful though, leaves did not fall often and when they did they weren't in the best condition. Perhaps, if they were decent enough, Squirrel could chew off the nastier bits and that would still be acceptable. Arriving in the area it was about midday, a few thin and short clouds rolling across the sky and a warm breeze sweeping along the dunes.

Number was happy here, it was probably the best place he had been "shipped" to. He knew Liar wasn't going to stick around for long, not like Number wasn't used to switching masters. Oh well, as long as he was taken care of the life style that Number lived was one he enjoyed fully. The slave had been born and raised to be at the bidding of others, so in his mind. There was nothing wrong with it. What caught in his nose though was the scent of a fellow slave. He recalled Liar telling him about him, Squirrel. He might as well converse with the boy. His ears twitched a bit, he hadn't heard Squirrel speak before when he thought about it. Settling down to his stomach, his face looked almost confused. "What are you doing here Squirrel?" The man asked a bit quietly. Hopefully this wouldn't be too hard. Just the scent in front of him, and the blackness that was now his vision since he lost it a year ago.

Squirrel was sitting at the base of a palm tree, just staring up at the large green leaves when he heard footsteps nearby and approaching where he was. Head turned, those expressive bronze eyes of his falling upon a large figure, one he noticed immediately as a large fellow slave. They have not had the chance to properly meet because of their Master's and situation, but the boy did want to have the company of his kind. There was a problem though, he couldn't speak and the other one could not see... things would be a little difficult.

Number it was, from what he could remember from their previous pack meeting. He asked what Squirrel was doing here, to which the boy would be hesitant. After a moment or two he would rise to his paws and move away, tail sweeping his thighs as he quickly looked around for a leaf or at least part of one. There. Jaws carefully snagged a bit and he would come back and set it on Number's paws, giving a soft click with his teeth and gentle whine, using his nose to press into the leaf so he could feel it.