The Sentinels if you are so very mighty

Blue stepped carefully through the brush. The trunks littered a larger area than a pack of wolves, and the branches that littered the ground treacherous. However, rather than add an unwelcoming and scary air to the area around. It added a sort of safety for the dark furred she wolf. There were many places to hide and she was certain there would be game hiding in here as well.

She stopped to lean into a tall tree, it's rotten inside falling away, to leave nothing more than a shell. She smiled a perfect place to leave herbs, it was moist and dark. There are many places to make a home among these trees, and I can hide my herbs easily in the rotten logs. We could even move some of the underbrush around to clear spaces. Is there anything special that you liked of this place?