Cover up the poison with poetry

Was it always so easy to make a wolf smile, or was Hana special in some way enjoying life so much that the excitement came naturally to her? Regardless of the answer, her joy always had a way of making Azure feel good. It was something he did not bring to others of the Armada, and bring able to gift her happiness helped him to feel like he could still contribute somewhere to someone.

The direwolf boy bumped his shoulder against her gently as he led her onwards up towards the ocean-view den he'd spent so much time digging. The mud upon his paws had long dried during their conversation and was beginning to crack and flake, so he tapped them against a tree to dislodge the rest of the muck before he could track it into the den. "Voila." With a wave of his paw he displayed it to her, standing in the opening and awaiting her response.

Everything he could think of, Az worked hard to encorperate into her new living space. The main room was large enough for not only Hanako but also for any visitors she may decide to have, spacious enough for a wolf even Sirius' size to stand comfortably. A few small off-shoots he'd dug out as well, their size smaller in case she'd prefer a cozier place to sleep. Laid out upon the dirt were the hides from the plushiest prey he could find, fufilling his promise that he'd find her a more suitable blanket then the communal ones in storage.

Lastly was a small nook in the wall - a place inspired by the one his father had gifted his very tiny mother - for her raccoon dog to rest, and beside it a few dug-out shelves for any knick-nacks she wished to display. The craftmanship was not as skilled as that of his father who had dug out many, many dens in his life but it was clear Az had put in the effort. "Is it okay?" He asked quietly, glancing over to study her gaze. "I can change whatever you need."