Our future home sweet home

Kione grinned at Valtiel’s idea, nodding.  Kione preferred wide open areas of land so the more trees they wanted to turn down the better the place would be.  A few trees were never bad for a bit of shade but he’d rather have wide areas of open room when he fought for more freedom of movement and no trees in the way when dodging lethal blows.  “I like that plan, happy to help with it.”

Ruse was able to add to the idea, not only removing trees from here but reusing them for another purpose.  “Well, we’d definitely need some form of tool to remove trees.”  These weren’t trees you could just use weight to knock over and their teeth weren’t designed to chip away at a tree.  “Sound’s like we got wolves in the pack smart enough to know the best way to go ‘bout it.”  Kione wasn’t going to pretend he had a clue about things he didn’t know.

Cerberus went down a path of thought Kione was more familiar with, nodding solemnly at the threats that would be around their pack. “It'll take a good season prolly to teach the bears to stay out of our new land.  They have a great food source here they won’t want to give up.  Once the bears that are used to coming here are dead ther'ell be less new ones.  I agree, anyone who can’t fight shouldn’t be here til it's safer.”

"Kione"