Take Shelter

Delaeni's anxiety lessened as her companion's laughter echoed through the jungle, a sign that she had met the tigress's expectations, at least for now. As Azoula cleaned herself, Delaeni observed with a mix of fascination and a sense of duty fulfilled. The intricate lattice-like structure above them seemed to have garnered some approval, but Azoula's mention of the cold, hard ground hinted that there was more to be done.

When Azoula sauntered towards a denser portion of foliage, indicating the pampas grass, Delaeni followed obediently. She nodded, acknowledging the need for a more comfortable surface. "Yes, Azoula, I'll help gather the grass for our bed," she said, her tone slightly more confident, fueled by the desire to make their makeshift shelter as comfortable as possible. The little wild dog set to work, carefully collecting as many bundles of pampas grass she could carry. She made sure to choose the softest and most pliable ones, to ensure her task would be completed to an acceptable standard. Once satisfied with her efforts, she looked to Azoula, offering the bundles of grass. "Here, Azoula. Shall I gather more?" Or is this sufficient? She asked, a hopeful expression in her teal eyes, eager to receive the tigress's approval.

"Delaeni Terblanche"