Swiftcurrent Creek playing house

There is somem changes going on with my poor wolf, you'll have to excuse him

The breeze brought warm winds and softened dirt. The ground began it's thaw. Bits of grass poked up by the rivers edge and the ever present trickle of water seemed more happy as the ice dissipated completely. The trees there surrounding the den were budding but not yet green.

Ferdie sighed stared into opening below the tree roots, this was going to be a hard job; but then it was hard waking up cramped every morning too. He seemed to be stalling again, for some reason he had a mental block about digging a den.

He glanced at the enthusiastic Bazi, thinking of her more like an adopted pup rather then a potential mate. He gave a half-hearted smile her energy was contagious, but without a word he shoved his front end into the den and began swinging the dirt out between his hind-legs with mighty swipes of his forelegs. Each movement hurt his aching chest and he grunted a little as he worked, the dirt quickly piling up behind him would need to be moved.

After some time of digging by far from done Ferdie came out to rest his shoulders now ached and his belly was covered in dirt he’d have a better chance at cleaning himself by going into the river rather then trying to groom it out by teeth and tongue.

He spoke little today which was unlike him. he wanted to keep his thoughts to himself but they were enveloping, him his past wanted to creep into his soul and take hold, his time here in swiftcurrent creek was a rather lonely one, save for Bazi.

Ferdie tipped his head to the left and forced a smile so as to hide his forlornness as he watched her work.