06-15-2010, 02:48 PM
backdated june 11
Zana had decided to relocate her den. The choice wasn't because she wanted to, but rather the tree she'd sheltered in no longer existed. The small canine had spent her days since arrival back in the clan's territory scouting the perfect site for her new den but she had come down to nothing. She was no like most of the other clan members, it wasn't easy for her to dig a den and the caves felt wrong. Over and over she'd combed the lands and repeatedly she'd found herself in the center of the clan's territories. The Grotto dei Avernus had been what had drawn her, especially the old tree that had somehow stayed rooted in the mists of the steamy pools. The tiny hybrid was itching to explore the deadwood but she wasn't certain what she would find.
Slowly she had made her way across the lands, ignoring the soggy ground and the humid air that clung to her fur. It didn't take her long to find her way to the base of the massive old oak. The bark of the tree was chafing away at her touch but the heartwood seemed to be solid and intact. The pygmy Lykoi girl quickly climbed into the branches, exploring the many limbs of the tree before peering into what seemed to have been at one point a nest for a raccoon or opossum. Using her long nails she began to eat away at the decay and debris from the previous owner's nest, revealing the place to be a rather large hollowed out hull in the tree.
Zana stopped for a moment to glance around the Grotto dei Avernus, wondering if there would be any protest at what she believed would be the perfect location for her new home. She decided that she'd seek out the leaders later and find out, for now she'd discovered a fine littler perch for glaring at others.
Zana had decided to relocate her den. The choice wasn't because she wanted to, but rather the tree she'd sheltered in no longer existed. The small canine had spent her days since arrival back in the clan's territory scouting the perfect site for her new den but she had come down to nothing. She was no like most of the other clan members, it wasn't easy for her to dig a den and the caves felt wrong. Over and over she'd combed the lands and repeatedly she'd found herself in the center of the clan's territories. The Grotto dei Avernus had been what had drawn her, especially the old tree that had somehow stayed rooted in the mists of the steamy pools. The tiny hybrid was itching to explore the deadwood but she wasn't certain what she would find.
Slowly she had made her way across the lands, ignoring the soggy ground and the humid air that clung to her fur. It didn't take her long to find her way to the base of the massive old oak. The bark of the tree was chafing away at her touch but the heartwood seemed to be solid and intact. The pygmy Lykoi girl quickly climbed into the branches, exploring the many limbs of the tree before peering into what seemed to have been at one point a nest for a raccoon or opossum. Using her long nails she began to eat away at the decay and debris from the previous owner's nest, revealing the place to be a rather large hollowed out hull in the tree.
Zana stopped for a moment to glance around the Grotto dei Avernus, wondering if there would be any protest at what she believed would be the perfect location for her new home. She decided that she'd seek out the leaders later and find out, for now she'd discovered a fine littler perch for glaring at others.