Larksong Grotto I see fire

@Eslani

I swear to God if I never see a goose again, I'll be happy the rest of my days. The annoyed white wolf was trotting along, having failed at catching the plump grey goose she had planned to store in the pack cache. It had gotten a good hard peck to her head before it flew away, leaving her rubbing at the sore spot  with a scowl.

When the wind shifted it brought the promising scent of raccoon, one who had recently birthed too. Licking her chops she followed along, finding the den in a narrow tree trunk. The mother appeared to be out, probably eating from a small store of food nearby. Perhaps she could track her down after getting the babes nestling within the tree.

But first, to get them out. The hole the mother used as an entrance was slightly above her head, too high for the short female. She would have to dig her way in. Letting out a sigh she dug her paws into the silty, rocky soil. The things she did for food.