No den??

He scrunched up his nose and looked at her funny. What a strange, and weird idea. Sure, he occasionally slept under the stars so he could watch them with Asla. But living there, perminantl? That was just weird! “But what about when it rains, and where do you store your stuff, like your pets and trophies or whatever. What if you have a sleepover with friends? That's like saying you have no home. Why don’t you have a den and then sleep in front of it? Like sleeping on a porch. Io has a porch.” He prattled on senselessly.

“No mercy!” he yowled when play turned into chasing. He felt like it was something Sirius would say, anyway. He almost crashed into Hester when she came to a stop. And he started to pounce her, and stopped mid-attack. She had called out his name, serious and stern for the first time since he had met her. He froze, blinking up at the warrior he admired in surprise. He did, however, finally realise he was suppose to be putting his attention elsewhere.

He moved his gaze and found the coyotes, and bristled when he noticed them. He lowered his voice. “Odette’s chicken coop attracts them. We need to kill them before they find a way to sneak over there” he hissed urgently. He had guarded them a few nights with Asla, and found the prospect of doing something useful thrilling. He did, however, look to Hester for guidance. She was after all the adult here.