Silvertip Mountain So I'm wishing, wishing further

"That's true. It must be hard to raise children with so little food." Niita mused, thinking of Zaria's gaunt frame. She respected the woman truly, but she couldn't ever see them being close enough to be friends. 

"No, they're alright. I think I'm making friends here." Niita wagged her tail happily, glad that she hadn't made any enemies. "If you don't mind my asking, what are you doing?" Niita gestured to the hole with her muzzle.