Just like a white winged dove, sings a song

Reaper's paws kept digging and churned away dirt as he made what appeared to be shelves into the walls of the den. Once he was done with a few of the shelves, he stepped back and looked at Mae. "These will do just fine for them, yes." He told her with a nod of his head. It wasn't long before the woman pointed out a ledge further back in the den, suggesting it be used for a bed. The ashen she wolf was already at work one the ledge. Reaper quickly followed after her and helped her dig out the ledge more. His claws would scrape and carve away at the dirt. Once significant progress was made, Reaper would come down from the ledge and nudge Mae. "I will help remove some of the dirt from in here." He told her. He would then leave the den and return with a slab of tree bark that was curved slightly. It almost resembled that of a bowl. He would use this makeshift bowl to gather the dirt that had been flung to the floor from all the digging. He would then carry the full bowl and dump it. Then, he would make a trip back in to repeat the process over and over.