Pardon the crappy post.
Word Count: 400
The small she-wolf collapsed on her back, sprawled out in her unused Optime form 30 feet from Adiago Creek. The meandering river was calming on her ears, and her pants soon slowed and became deep, calm breaths. She had spent the past 2 hours creating a home, of sorts, out of one of the caves that surrounded the creek. She had chosen one free of unneccessary rocks, and possibly the farthest from the river so it was clear of water with little chance of flooding. She had accomplished little, but what she had done she was very proud of.
Yumiko closed her eyes within her cave, listening to the river and the drips in the nearby caves. She had managed to clear the floor of small stones and had brushed it clean with a pine branch. The snow threatened to enroach upon her new home, so she had built a small ring of heavy logs around the entrance to hold it at bay. She had also constructed a small shelf out of grooves in the wall, by deepening them with her claws and a stone. She sat up, sufficiently rested, and opened her eyes. The 10ft x 10ft cave was cozy and warm, with a small entrance but high ceiling. She had much work to do, and planned on continuing on throughout the day.
Yumiko brushed off her tail and back, and got to her feet. She walked outside to where she had left a small bucket hanging from a tree, found abandoned in the forest. It held fresh water gathered from the river earlier and she sipped greedily at it. "I still have to find something for the ground, and some kind of decoration. A sign wouldn't hurt either." She said to herself. She had grown up in a cave near water, and naturally gravitated to a similar place. She'd need some sort of help to finish the project but didn't know who to turn to. After all, she was still new to her tribe and didn't even have a rank worth mentioning. Who would she turn to?
Returning the bucket to it's tree, she turned into the forest and strode through the snow she hated so deeply. Yumiko shivered; her fur wasn't thick enough for this weater. Good thing her den was warm. Maybe someone would wander by and assist her. She snorted. Yeah, like that'll happen.