Sunbeam Lair Hmm, it is indeed spring...

Mostly for the wolves Jolon hasn't met yet :)

The great male walked, and walked, and walked. It was the only thing he had done this past week or so. With spring having touched the earth, he wanted a place all for himself. He wanted a den, just a bit away from the others. Yeah, he liked his fellow tribe members, but sometimes he just needed to cry alone at night. He still hadn't told anyone, not even Asterr, about his past, and it was eating him up from the inside. He needed someone, male or female, to replace the hollow place in his broken heart.

He came across a tree, a big one, with a giant root placed just right for Jolon to dig under. He looked around, not spotting any of the other tribe members' dens. Yes, this was it. This was going to be the place for him to cry at. This was going to be his sanctuary inside his sanctuary. He chuckled, a soft, sad sound, thinking about it. How had he gone from happy helper to sobby slacker? He didn't know, didn't care for now. He started digging, first slowly, but adrenaline overtook him. His paws went back and forth, sending up a cloud of dust as he did so. After only a few minutes, his legs had already gone sore from the sudden exercise. He panted lightly as he took a little break. He was like, halfway there, but his stamina was decreasing fast. He felt his eyes water, both of the dust that was still flying around, and the sadness wave that was almost drowning him. He sobbed softly, the silence around him making him sob even louder. But with the sadness, came more energy and adrenaline. He started digging once again, actually sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't care about his sore legs anymore, he wanted this to be finished. But with his own sobs and the loud sound of paws digging in the dirt, he wouldn't notice anyone sneaking up on him.