A new beginning
06-16-2013, 08:54 PM
The foxes had long since abandoned this den, probably when the wolves had come to stay here. Maverick had only seen them once, and then they had been fleeing in his wake. He knew that they weren't likely to return, and if they did they would be frightened off again. Overall it was a decent spot, not so near to the border as to be dangerous, but not so far from it as to be unable to dart off if they chose to. The den would probably not be wide enough to enter at this point, though he imagined it was rather spacious once you got inside. Foxes tended to like decent sized dens, though they kept the entrances awfully narrow for his taste. He watched her approach, a knot forming in his throat. Why was this such a big decision for him? Normally he just slept wherever he pleased, but for some reason he had this burning yearning to make the perfect home for her - for them. It seemed the right thing to do. Tail danced about his hocks as she mused that it could work. Did that mean she liked it enough to give it a shot? He certainly hoped that was the case. He slithered through another gap in the trees, finding the opening to be far too small for either of them to wriggle inside. But, not wanting to be deterred by that - he saw his betrothed begin digging at the entrance. Following suit, the boy's russet paws began to meticulously unearth the ground in rhythm with her own, sweeping the dirt away from their potential home. He watched her dart her head inside, deeming it to be an empty den. He had figured as much. "Does it look big enough for us to work with?" If it was a single fox's den it would hardly be worth the time excavating, but if a family had resided here it might be big enough for them to take time out widening and deepening it. The wind shifted slightly, sending her sensual perfume in his direction once more. Given her positioning of her front half leaning down toward the den, he found himself leering for perhaps a bit too long. Snapping back to reality after a moment of surprising heat that contradicted the season, he shook his head lightly, gazing back down into the darkness of the den. "speeeeech" |