This seemed promising. Looking at a pile of rocks on a fallen tree. Maybe there was some good place? Walking closer, sniffing the ground. Good, there was no specific scent that would tell someone else had already made their den here. Eyeing the pile, trying to figure out was it even suitable for den. At least there wasn't one yet, but maybe she could dig one. Scratching the ground, it was covered with snow of course, it was winter, but maybe it wouldn't be too frozen to dig? Looking around, then her view halted to the large roots of the tree that sticked out from the snow. If she could dig her way in from there? Walking closer, head hanging low, eyes pointed to her destination.
This was almost too good to be true. Under the tree, between the pile that covered the trunk and the roots that had failed the tree, there was already a hole. Going under the rocks. Did someone live there? Halting to the side of the tree, then crawling towards the hole. Tight space, the fallen pine was pretty close to ground, but Reba could just fit in there. Sticking her head in the hole, trying to see something in the dark place.
(This post was last modified: Jan 27, 2012, 03:14 PM by Indru.)
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