Just like a white winged dove, sings a song

Reaper was guided by Moloch to Mae's where abouts. It wasn't long before he heard Mae calling for him. The young Bloodjaw had a few furs he had gathered safely secured within his pale maws. When he arrived to the den area Mae had picked out, she was already begun digging and making the den suitable for them. He sat the furs down near the entrance and entered the den. "You've made quite the progress." He smiled at her. "I've brought some furs for us. We can lay them out once we are done digging." He told her. He looked around the den and began to use his black claws to dig the walls out even more. He was careful to keep it as Mae wanted but wanted to do his share. He was a hardworking male afterall. He wouldn't let her do all the work by herself.