Chasing the Present, Escaping the Past

"I'd be half tempted to chase him but he's more nimble than me." She'd made an idiot of herself chasing after squirrels quite frequently when she was younger. Now she knew when the squirrels were at an advantage and when she had a decent chance of catching one. Natha turned her attention back to the task at hand, finding a tree that could work as a dwelling. It took some doing but at last she found something that kind of worked.

"Tamsyn, over here!" It was half a red wood tree, split by lightning and felled some time ago. It's top portion lay partially held up by its neighbors while the lower half bore a spiked crown from the injury. The base of the trunk had an opening just big enough for a large wolf to fit through. She poked her head in, caught by the scent of the old wood and the slightly moldy smell. That would be the one thing about a home like this, the decomposition process was pretty indiscriminate.