Aftermath

When he saw that she was coming, he walked onward through the forest in search of a den that could be used for the night until the storm cleared up. The smell of oak and maple continuing to fill his nostrils with the bitter fragrance. A small smile came across him, but he tried to keep the smile off of his face so that he didn't upset Yin. A small sigh escaped his mouth as he looked around, and that was when he saw a makeshift den that was crafted out of an uprooted tree as it lay crooked, and the its roots pointing upward.

"We can use this for a den if that is alright with you, Yin," he looked to her and then shifted back toward the den and soon felt the wind begin to get worse, his pelt whipping about in the direction where the wind was coming from. He lied down near the entrance of the den and watched for an activity that he needed to be aware of. The smell of oak continuing to enter his nostrils, causing him to snort slightly from the smell.