Moonspear thanks, bathtub barracuda

The hole now angled beneath the eave of a rock. It was just large enough to hold one wolf, and that would have to do for now. Aesop could use it as an healer's cache until he deemed it necessary to enlarge the hole. The location was perfect to store his medicinal plants. The rock would keep the rain out, and its location on a slope would keep water from running in. Even better, the lack of trees would provide ample sunlight. Aesop could dry his herbs on top of the rock and then move them right down when they were done.

They were both perfectly muddy. Aesop nearly matched Floki's normal, clean appearance now that he had mud socks up his legs. The rest of him was mud-spattered as well, though. The worst was his underside, where he had kicked the earth up beneath him. Getting dirty was just a sign of good, hard work, though. I think it's safe enough to call this baby done, he mused. Might make it bigger some day, but for now I'm damn pleased. Is there a stream nearby or something? Getting dirty might be an indicator of diligent work, but he had a vain streak a mile wide and didn't want to stay like this too long.