teach me your ways

Fable picked her way across the cliff side, occasionally peering down towards the surging waves below. This choice for new dens would be a difficult task to accomplish, but she admired her aunt's vision. She could picture the end product - spacious, warm caverns interspersed with smaller hallways lined with student accommodations. Once it was all said and done, it would be wonderful. But until then… well, her paws already ached at the thought of all that manual labor. Fable wasn’t one to shirk her duties, but she did find herself dreaming of cooking by a campfire rather than being up to her belly in dirt and clay.

Maybe she could make some kind of arrangement where she’d prepare snacks while the others worked… maybe. Fable turned away from the edge of the cliff and headed back inland, dreaming of warm fires and tasty food. It wouldn’t hurt to stop and set up a waypoint for now. As wolves made their way towards the excavation site, they might appreciate a place to stop and warm up in the chilly early spring mornings or after the sun had gone down.