Sawtooth Spire A Little Push

She watched as he investigated, a short distance away from him. An ear flicked when he was done examining and she cocked her head at the click of his tongue. Had he found something? He moved toward her to wrangle her back that way, but he would not have too much of a struggle. Tonravik snorted and nosed him before moving with him toward the space.

Again she sniffed around the general mouth of the place, then glanced to her mate. What had he wanted her to see in particular...? Her head turned back to the entrance, noting the ample amount of room in there.

...A thought occurred to her, and she slid inside the place to lay. She could certainly stretch her legs in here... and so too could her mate, she'd bet. Tonravik whuffed from within, curling into a loose ball, tail thumping. A quick nap without the cubs sounded appealing, especially with all the legroom.