Iktome Plains There was truth, there was consequence

The unyielding wind continues buffeting the two males as they travel in search of shelter. His right ear drifts backward when the orange-haired fellow begins to vocalize again, and he utters a deep bark of his own in response. His meaning is unclear; whatever Farstep is trying to say is as lost on Roofox as the foxwolf's words are on him. Still, the companionship is appreciated now that they've established a non-threatening partnership. It will likely last only as long as the windstorm, but Farstep's mind hasn't gone that far ahead yet.

There's no change in the horizon to suggest any safety from the wind, but any discouragement the drifter might feel is quickly thrust aside. He isn't looking at the ground, so when he discovers the hole, it's by tripping over it. His paw presses into the soft earth only to sink, and he flops forward almost comically. In so doing, he unveils what must be the entrance to a former den. He struggles in the dirt for a moment, manages to flip himself onto his stomach and spot the hole, and immediately begins to scrabble at it until it's sizable enough to fit into.

He squirms in, discovering that the abandoned den is more spacious than expected—albeit a tight fit for two male wolves, promising a rather intimate atmosphere—and he growls warmly from within its depths. It might be tight, but Farstep isn't really concerned if he has to hang out nose-to-nose with Roofox for a while. It's sort of in their species' blood anyway. Nothing awkward about it, at least not to the wild wolf.