It's never the same

The rabbit was nice and fresh.
She flicked her ears up at his question. She hadn't given it a ton of thought, she hadn't really wandered very far around to pick a potential den.

"Not really..." She continued to think as she finished her meal, she should probably scout around for it when she's ready for it. Would she really get to pick her own?
"Probably somewhere close to the storerooms. As long as I'm out of the way, I suppose." She said cleaning her paws and rubbing her face. She should get a real charcoal kiln made, and start making paper too. With how much she went through she'd have to start making her own to stock up. Maybe start a system to store her notes and drawings and build some some kind of case for them.

"Ignita"