Ferns and Flowers

Jakart gave another yawn and looked over Callisto with a single flick of his eyes from paws to ears. She'd made the journey intact, the trek having been steady but unrelenting in it's pace. The last time he had slept fitfully was... he could hardly remember. Had it really been back when his sisters had moved to Donostrea? Callisto however interrupted the subject on his mind with an inquiry about an open den. Open dens... well there were a few around. Jakart's gaze swept over the gulley to pick out any familiar spots. To be honest this was about as new to him as it probably was to her. "I..." He began, trying to recall anything that resembled shelter. "Maybe one near where we're camped out? I'm not sure to be honest." Jakart frowned and looked out ahead in the direction of the plains. "Gotta be a dugout or a coyote den somewhere along the river if I remember correctly."

With a wag of his tail Jakart took the lead with a grunt, crisscrossing his way down the side of the gulley and past the small creek with a single bound. And there was a den with an ideal entrance, Jakart poked his head in and noted it went back a ways. He ducked back out and checked his surroundings. Actually, this place did seem familiar, kinda close to his families den. Jakart sucked in a cheek and looked back at Callisto with a tired sigh. "Here good? Kinda back away from the river a bit but it's got room..." The grey wolf trailed off with another yawn. He'd get her all situated in the gulley then retire for the night.