Neverwinter Forest It’s been a long day

Mazi listened as she walked and searched for a den as Goldhawk contiuned to tell her about Neverwinter's history of the past.  A dramatized gasp escaped her as Goldhawk told her of the wolf who had tresspassed into Neverwinter Forest, who had come from Silvertip Mountain.  "How dare he!"  Mazi exclaimed.  She could barely believe that someone had been so careless as to tresspass on her packs territory.  That was horrible.

A small smile worked up it's way to the agouti's mouth as the story was pretty much resolved in the end.  "Thank you for telling me about Neverwinter's history Goldhawk.  I enjoyed that."  Mazi told him.  Just then her eyes fell on a decent sized burrow.  It was a rouded out hole in the dirt.  Big enough for a wolf her size, with a little etra space.

"What do you think about this as a den?"  She asked Goldhawk, wanting his input.  She crawled inside the den to finish the picture, slipping herself inside of the den and staring back at Goldhawk with big, hopeful eyes, hoping that her friend approved of it as much as she did.