Smartmouthed

Bas was still caught on the thought of losing Ignita and looked at Ollie, his expression blank as the wolf compared… what? “Your… birthing complications?” He asked, before letting Ollie distract him with the layout of the den. He was a little grateful for the breathing room to let the new information settle. 


“We could grab the tables Crux had and see if they fit your requirements. Let's grab a cart and load up.” He suggested, “we can grab a mix of things and set up a corner to stack it in and slowly set up?” was his next idea. Better than doing load after load.