One more experience, one more first. The day had come to move Indi to the pack den. She'd been telling Indi of the move in anticipation for it, hoping that the child would be well-prepared when the day arrived. It was a bittersweet feeling. Hazey knew she'd be safer there, that there would be more eyes and ears, that things were getting a little cramped in their current quarters, but she'd picked this den. She'd dug it out from an old fox den with her own two paws, and the thought of leaving it for the pack den was.. troubling.
Thus, she set out that morning to check the Falls' den one last time. She'd cleared it of suspicious-looking spiders, and the tiniest garter snake she'd ever seen, fussed over a loose rock or two, and once it was totally, 100%, completely ready, she called for Ryder, and made her way back home.
"Come, my little one. It's time." Because it had to be. Because she couldn't keep her daughter holed up in this tiny den with her forever.