He had found a spot of interest and with care he began to slowly dig at the ground. It took a little bit, but he was beginning to uncover something, but what it was he was uncertain. He kept digging slowly into he uncovered something metal, something that looked like it could be worn. Gently he picked it out of the hole with his mouth and put it in the bag. He would stop at the stream by his den and clean it off. Moving on the male kept his nose to the ground, looking for anything else he could find.
It wasn't long before a bark called out to him, pulling him from his current task. His looked in her direction, seeing the small female who was a distance from him yet. He would greet her with a friendly wag of his tail, but kept his distance.
"Hello," he called out.
She seemed like she wanted to be social and he was always up for meeting new faces. Maybe even making a new friend.
"I'm Branch Wreckage," he offered his name hoping that maybe it would help create more conversation.
