Bramblepoint With the new day comes new strength

He found it minutes later into their jaunt, the decrepit mass of wood ensared in its own limbs, set over and against old glacial stones from another era. Nearby shrubbery lent to it seclusion and otherwise left it cozy. He gave a muffled chuff as though to say there, following up by gesturing with his muzzle. It was meager and looked deceiving, but it would do the job. Whatever had lived there before had taken pains to keep it obscured. Dirge paced by it only just and set his catch down.

"I know it isn't much, but it should keep you out of the elements for the night. Not sure I'd recommend staying there long term either." Winter snows, he thought, would surely cave it in. If not from that then the elements in time. Casting his gaze back to her, he gauged her response.