Phoenix Maplewood My house broke..

“That’s excellent then.”  Spring began enthusiastically after Esaro wrapped up telling her telling her that his shoulder felt fine.  Then continued on to tell him some not so great news about the scars.  “Esaro, those scars will be there for the rest of your life, till the day you die.  There’s nothing that anyone can really do about that from what I know... sorry.  That wolf got you hard.”  She shot her friend a sympathetic look, hoping that he would be accepting of keeping those scars.

Spring's eyes then swiveled around the land surrounding, as she searched for a decent spot for Esaro to make and achieve a new den.  Her gaze suddenly settled on a roughly two-hundred year old Maplewood tree.  It had a single hollow spot right at the entrench to it and the tree look pretty good with width and length.  She padded towards the entrance, heading inside.  It was kinda dark, but it seemed pretty cozy and comfortable and the hole was big enough to room about two wolves.  “What about this place Esaro?”  Spring asked her friend, calling out to him without turning around, continuing to observe the place.