THE talk

The island wasn’t bad, it was actually pretty nice, even with the tension from having to up and move after just settling in. For now, he was making his temporary den a bit more cozy. Jaws held tight to a pine tree branch as he slowly drug it back to his tree with the exposed root system. Sandor was mindful of the other dens that had been made and were in the process of being made, trying not to get debris in the mouth of those dens. Once he had gotten the branch back to his den, he dropped the branch with a huff and took a step back, cocking his head for a moment before he grabbed the branch and carefully placed it against the roots over a gap in the other branches he had drug over. Once more he took a step back, observing his handy work. It wasn’t terrible but it also wouldn’t hold up against a storm…it would help keep him dry and warm though…until the wind blew it over.

"speak."