Tan paws slouched through the forming mud, the grimy pest slowly caking to the she-wolf as she stepped with determination. Denali was set on getting safe and dry as soon as possible, but also remaining on a set path. Straining to see through the icy droplets it came to her attention that there was a den, standing alone against the backdrop. It looked like a lump of grass if one was not as keen to notice the small saturated entrance. She took a detour, but paused to shout over her shoulder, "You know sarcasm doesn't make people wanna help you stay dry." Deni hinted to her findings, her words muffled by her occupied mouth, but did not make any offerings of sharing. He had put her off a bit with his attitude and she was tired of her own games, what fun were they with a smart elic? especially a boy who was of age to be a man, but hadn't got the mentality in her opinion.
With no response returned she went on, keeping in mind that he had 'whatever' her. To Deni that was close to the peak of disrespect towards strangers, and quiet frankly she wasn't sure where her tolerance level stood. It didn't matter much anymore, for red hued legs were moving faster in frenzy, the opening of in the ground appeared vacant and with all this bad weather she'd take a risk. She could only see into the mouth, for it was a rather dark looking, and wide home of sorts. Denali's softness stopped her though, mud splattering in response to her abruptness, what of the male? This convenient shelter all the sudden right here and she was going to hog it all for herself? The Covox growled to herself, annoyed by her conscience to do what felt right.
Askan was much closer than she had realized though, and was soon enough circling her with questions. Despite hating the rain she supplied relief for some of his curiosity, "For a new beginning and not at the moment." It was a simple reply, once more muffled by her kill. His next question was left unanswered and met with her tail as she dipped down and darted between his legs, straight into the burrow. At first the ground was soft and wet, but the farther she went in, the harder it became. The den was rather chilly for her taste and stank like coyote. Still, she pressed forth not deterred by such. Denali cued all her senses in, fully expecting to come into contact with another predator, but instead was met with a wall. Turning her body around she found the den to start out narrow but develop into a wide, spacious, place with a low ceiling perfect for her height. It was approximately two wolf lengths deep, as well. Deciding to answer him she laid her prize down, "Askan, I don't talk about the past much." She finally stated, calling out to him, before exaggerating a sigh, "There's plenty of room if you're short enough." This, this she was sure to regret.