Cleaning Up!

As he struggled to move the slab out of the way, he heard the scuffle of paws behind him. One ear turned to hear the approach of someone running up to him. Old man? The term is not as endearing as he had hoped, but the youngster wasn't exactly wrong either. The grey beginning to sprinkle around his muzzle was an indicator of his growing age. All he does is grunt in response as Pheonix begins to help him shove the slab out of the way. "Just a lil' more," he says through gritted teeth as he pushes his shoulder into the fallen stone with as much strength as he can muster.