Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't dance

he agreed with a low sound, and a cursory glance lent him the view of a stone-pile near to the flower-ring. "look," he murmured, trotting toward it. there was a small den below the rocks, stale with the scent of an old badger set, though no animal dwelt therein now. the space was large enough for one fully grown wolf, and assumedly enough for the children, though as they grew they would not need the constant presence of a parent within the den.

"what do you think, willow?" he asked, pinning casmir to the ground playfully.