Light Of A Clear Blue Morning

Excitement stirred Lúta to wakefulness just as the sun rose over the horizon. She had a home. Slipping out of her makeshift den she peered across The Hallows territory. Mist hovered atop the grass and a gentle breeze stirred the trees above her. It was time to get to work.

Lúta slipped through the forested area until she found a clearing not too far from the Hot Springs. She had gathered all the herbs she had from her temporary storage dens and she sought to get them squirreled away in her new home. It made sense to have a den near the springs where healing medicine could be administered, in particular she remembered the man she'd helped her some time back. Summer was rich in herbs and plant life but they were already a month or so into the season. Autumn would arrive, swiftly followed by winter. Lúta was eager to be prepared.

Taking a deer scapula in her jaws she scrapped at the grass and dirt to loosen it up. Her claws were sharp and deadly, longer than those of an average wolf but they were made for shredding flesh more than they were for digging so it helped to break up the area she wanted to dig in first. Once that was done she got to work using her front paws to fling away dirt. She started digging the opening so that it would face away from the springs. She wasn't sure if the area tended to flood but she wanted to be ready just in case.