House Call

Together Odysseus and Olafur had spent the better part of a day looking at potential dens. In the end though they'd settled on the first one they'd looked at. The massive tree and the hole at its base were perfect for them. Odysseus could make his home in the ground while Olafur could do the same in the tree's massive boughs.

Now, one full day later, the hole at the tree's base had been transformed into a den big enough to fit the massive wolf. Natural shelves had been made out of the tree's roots along one wall and although they were still bare, they were ready for the trinkets and containers that he would no doubt accumulate. There was still the matter of collecting bedding, but Odysseus was pleased with what had been accomplished in a single day.

So pleased, in fact, that he was now taking a break from the work to catch up with his patient, who he strongly doubted would follow the instructions given to her unless both of her healers kept at her.

It was with chastising on the brain that Odysseus began to hunt around for Shaye. He wasn't sure where her den was, but he doubted he needed to know. If he had his guess she was up and about, and he was bound to run across her eventually.