Silvertip Mountain Gracious News

The little rock wren launched off the rock and followed the black wolf. She wondered what it would be like, imagining bones and rotten meat.

Itsy had never seen a wolf's den, and was amazed by it. She always thought it would be untidy, full of rotting meat and bones. But this one looked more like an enlarged rabbit's burrow. Without the very long tunnel than went underground. And if she were to build a nest inside, there was plenty of fur that could help with her feathers.

"It's..it's good." She let out a longing sigh. For so long, she had looked for a home. But then, something inside her stopped her. It was unnatural. But then, glancing a little behind the wolf, she saw that perfect nest hold. In a little crevice between two rocks. The natural place for rock wrens. "But that is perfect." She darted up, exploring each and every crack. And with the fur nearby, she could always use that. She could always use the mound as shelter from storms and predators. But until then, this would be her home.