Namid dug her paws into the earth, pulling backwards and slinging dirt into the air. She’d been at work for the past hour trying to clear out more of the entrance to the small cave she’d found attached a little ways to the side of the main Cavern entrance.
Things like this were normal in nature, especially near an opening as big as the main den. She was rather surprised that nobody else had found it already, but it had been rather hard to spot in the first place. Grown over the mouth had been small ferns and weeds, as well as a decent sized pile of dirt. It blended into the environment like that of a chameleon, but proved to be a promising new den site. Upon finding it she’d sniffed around to be absolutely sure that it wasn’t claimed by someone and they’d just kept the weeds there to keep it private. Finding nothing but the scent of damp stone she’d pushed past the plants and entered the cave. Its ceiling was low, but not low enough for her head to hit it. However, if any wolf larger than herself attempted to stand up in their full height they’d likely find themselves with a nasty bump on their head. It was decently spacious in width, with there being enough room for her to curl up or sprawl out if need be and maybe even another wolf. With the springy foliage covering the entrance there was hardly any light able to filter into the cavern, but she didn’t need to be able to see it in perfectly clear vision. She could tell that it was perfect already, and immediately set forth to clean it up.
Her mouth hurt from pulling the plants from their foundations, but she was lucky that they had just been small and had yet to really set their roots into the earth. A small pile set to the side of the opening, along with the other weeds. Her normally clean pelt was covered in dirt from the digging she’d put so much effort in, and she was rather proud of the outcome. She still needed to do a bit of cleaning on the inside, where sod and debris had spilled but light was flowing into the cave better than it had before. A gentle bit of shade still stood by two of the larger plants that had been growing on either side of the opening, which she’d left because she thought it added character to her new den. To get in one would have to push past the leaves, but they wouldn’t be hit by any branches.
Stepping back her maw was opened in a gentle pant, but her heterochromatic gaze shone with pride and excitement. Judging her handy work, she was pleased by the slightly serene look it had. Once everything was cleaned out she’d use some of the softer fern leaves and place them on the floor to create a bedding of sorts, and it would help to insulate during the coming winter.