Silvertip Mountain Digging that den.

Zaria's pants filled the air. She resurfaced from the den she was digging, and she had been quite far. She shook out her pelt, sand flying everywhere before she walked the few steps to the mountain stream that ran past the entrance. She lapped up the water, sitting down afterwards. Her pants kept going. There little monsters made her quite tired but she was not giving up. This was going to be her den. The heavily pregnant female was due in two weeks, and she felt like the end was near. At least she hoped so. Her back was starting to ache and her sleep at night was often interrupted by light cramps and kicking.

She looked at the den, quite idyllic place for a birthing den. She followed the stream until she found a nicely rooted tree. She started to dig at its roots so she would have a structure to hold the den. There were piles of dirt before the den because the inside was not as she liked it yet. The female looked around while catching her breath, having a brief break. What pleased her to see was that the horrible snow was getting less. She would finally have her warm summer again. She couldn't wait to enjoy the sun and dry grounds once more.