Larksong Grotto Home Sweet Home

This is especially for everyone who hasn't met Zaavier yet. However, I'm not going to tag anyone just yet, so just join on your own time if you feel like it!

Zaavier mumbled to himself as he padded through the small, dense forest of the Larksong grotto. The songbirds - one of the only animals inhabiting the place chirped, screeched, and sang in his ears. He shook his head as if he could clear the ruckus. Some days, the sounds were pleasant, but others they were just annoying. Today, they were just annoying. 

As he made his way slowly to the lake, he figured he should probably fix up a den for himself. Normally, he would make temporary camps for the night, but his lone wolf days were over. Finally, he reached the lake that made its home in the middle of the grotto. He lowered his nose to the surface of the water, jumping back in surprise when a stabbing pain pierced him. How could be be so stupid? This lake consisted mostly of snowmelt, of course it was cold. Delicately, he finished his drink, finally able to refresh his parched throat. 

Once he was satisfied, Zaavier turned around, pondering for a moment. Where should he go next? He eventually took a random direction. Hopefully he would find a place suitable enough for a den somewhere. He reached a large oak tree. It was half dead, with moss growing all along its trunk and branches. The trunk was beginning to hollow out, but the tree stubbornly clung to life. There was a gap it the base, partially hidden by roots and grass. He stuck a paw in, then his head. His shoulders fit half way before he got stuck, wedged halfway under the tree and halfway out. Damn. Sometimes, his large figure really got in the way. 

His tugged until he was able to get himself free, mumbling once again to himself before glancing back at the hole. Even if he tried to dig, making it larger, it would still be no use. With chuff of annoyance, he continued on. Maybe he'd multi-task and do some of what Reek wanted him to do - find some herbs to enhance their cache. He sighed. Something should turn up, den or herb.