Phoenix Maplewood All you need is some self-control

Ignorant to present company, Tavi was quite content to sit there in the loam like a hen come home to roost. It didn't bother her so much that her butt was in the air, or that she had somehow excavated a descending path in to the fresh den, which only brought more attention to her rump, which was effectively sitting on a pedestal. Had she been more aware, perhaps she would have noticed the shift in the light as the sun continued to set; a shaft of light found its way through the branches of the trees, alighting her rear splendidly.

She was so content to be sprawling like a fool, and so tired from all the work the den-digging had taken, that she was more or less a zombie. Another yawn pulled its way out of Tavi's system, pooling in her gut for a second or two before cascading with a wave of tense muscles - and some stretching - out of her muzzle. Listening to her ears pop for the final time, Tavi decided it was a good moment to get up and shake off -- but after some flipping and flopping around in the trench she had just finished working on, she was turned around, enabling her to spot the dark figure of a wolf.

When her head popped up, gopher-like and bespattered with muck, her eyes lit up with surprise. Hey Reek! Come to check out my new digs? No pun intended.