It was midday in Sanguine Cove as dirt flew out of a hole. The hole was of a good size, comfortable for a large wolf. A wolf stuck his head out of the hole. Normally, the wolf would be golden colored with dark points but instead he was covered in dirt. He shook his fur out and then headed out at a brisker pace than anyone had probably never seen him do before. It was worth mentioning he was without his normal adornments. He broke into a run and found himself at the lake. With some heavy slams with his body he was able to crack the ice. He hopped into  and swam around, occasionally submerging himself into the water. His fur was thick and water-resistant. Once he was clean he shook his fur out and then began doing what he could to lick his fur flat. He then headed back to the area he had dug out. it was a sunny day so after he had painstakingly re-decorated his tail with feathers and a couple of flowers, he lounged outside of his den in a patch of sunlight to dry off.

Apollo had been working since dawn digging out a den for himself. He hoped his mother would like it. His large frame was good for digging it seemed. After he had been satisfied with the den he had washed himself off and was now drying himself. He chose the location close to the lake because he had plans for a garden outside of his den. He would also go out and dig up some moss to see if he could plant it in his den to make the floor softer. He would also need to go out and collect plants. Most likely gently excavating plants to start replanting. Then he could water his plants by shaking his fur off from the lake.

Apollo laid by his den, thinking of what he could do. He wanted to make a garden of course, a garden of flowers and other plants. Maybe when the green came back he would also grow herbs along his den as well. He would also need to find moss to make the floor comfortable and maybe find some pretty vines to try to plant. He thought his mother would like this den. She had raised him in a den she painstakingly dug out herself. He would be proud to show her the den he had dug out for them.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a new scent in the air. He got to his feet, seeing another wolf was coming by, his tail wagging. "Hello! I'm Apollo!" he said.