Phantom Hollow A Healer's Hands and an Alpha's Heart

Veritas had seen dens begin to take shape and the lives of the pack return to normal. After the intruder's intrusion (heh) and her long trip out (10 days to go and return, what a mission), the healer finally had what she needed to truly breathe life into her project. Choosing a suitable place hidden away from the elements, she began her work. First, the rocky area was isolated and whatever leaves remaining from autumn's fiery embrace were swept away, cleaned from the den entrance. Snow that had blown in was melted by her convenient body heat, and the earth beneath nourished by the melt. A trickle of water came in from invisible leaks and were patched up with cobwebs and burrs, clinging to the natural indentations of the rock. Veritas dug from the river running through their territory to the den (a rather short distance - a healer needed water near them), before placing rocks on the bottom of the tiny canal so as to make sure the water wasn't muddy and dirtied. 

The inside was stocked with herbs and plants, chunks of rock sticking out from the stone used as shelves so they weren't all over the floor. A bed of ferns, tucked in a corner, a drape of vines to conceal the entrance from enemies who might barge in to steal supplies. All this, took the woman more than several hours and from morning till the sun was high in the sky, Veritas had been at work. 

Panting from the near exhaustion, yet delighted at what she'd accomplished, Veritas let out a breathy howl to call for anyone who might want to come. This was, after all, what she would leave behind for any prospective healers in Moonlit Hills. And then, she was going to plant stuff so that newer healers wouldn't have to go looking for the most needed supplies.