Swift River Prime Real Estate

<blockquote>Many would expect a new wolf's first order of business would be to introduce themselves to their pack mates or find themselves a den, but something more pressing had been bothering Naira since the day she left her family. She had no infirmary. Nowhere to store her medicines and it was driving her insane. Even though the snows prevented the collection of such items, she wanted to be ready for the first thaw. Sure the pull was now gone, but in its place came a drive to establish a place where she could work. After all, a healer was never expected to be needed but required to be ready when she was.

She scouted out the existing burrows under trees growing more and more frustrated as she went. <i>Occupied, too small, too damp, facing the wrong direction.</i> She held back a growl as her sights set on the large evergreen. It had no existing burrow beneath it but it no longer mattered. She had enough frustrated energy that she would dig it out herself, even if it took her all week.

She moved to the side of the tree that would face the dappled morning sun. She would dig a smaller hole on the other side to catch the afternoon rays once she was done. At least this way, the hole would warm quickly after the chill of the night. She began digging like a possessed woman, clumps of snow and mud flying behind her, sticking to her long tawny coat as she muttered under her breath. This hole would give her what she required and she would not stop until it was completed.</blockquote>