The Sentinels wargemont

@Deirdre

There was much to see, much to learn of this place, even when there was nothing but empty spaces and shadows to greet him. He was diligent, investigating every nook and cranny as he came upon it, even clearing out some of the dead insects when he caught sight of their bodies; the thought of eating them did not grace his mind, but Renoir was no so squeamish that he would avoid them. After gingerly gathering them together the boy would then dig a small hole. The digging bothered him more than the bugs, actually — as much as he loved the warm tones of the soil, he was less interested in the disheveled look of his paws afterwards. He deposited a small pile of bugs in to a fresh hole and was beginning to cover it, eager to get this finished so that he could go and soak his toes somewhere, and work the dirt from them.