Phoenix Maplewood How to disappear completely and never be found

"Mhm," he managed hum between fits of laughter.  Her efforts only served to dirty her face more, and with each passing stroke, Reek couldn't help chortle to himself as Tavi's paws gave way to several dirty streaks across her face. When she finally conceded, Reek withdrew back into the den; plopping his head down much like a prairie dog moving in and out of it's burrow hole.  

He settled in deep and began to dig himself. By the time he was done, Tavi would have the Taj Mahal of wolf dens. Reek would make sure of it. Her home would be lavish, luxurious, a primarily made of dirt. By now, he was just as dirty as Tavi; if not more.

Reek nearly jumped when she returned unannounced to the den, but the pitch of the ceiling would hardly allow such movements. Bumping his shoulder with Tavi's playfully, Reek briefly stopped his digging. "How much more?" he repeated incredulously. "Oh... Tavi. There's gonna be rooms! Do you want a boudoir? How 'bout a parlor? Have you ever had a parlor?" Of course, Reek had no such skill in den making, nor did he have the skill to do anything but dig a deeper hole. "Fuck it, I'm digging you a parlor!" he exclaimed, tail wagging behind him excitedly.