Two Rivers Isle A day off

It was a tremendous forest to say the least. It had the peace Phantom Hollow had, but the quietness here was different. Malice didn't find it to be quiet at all here. Birds up in the trees were chattering lightly, their songs accompanying the soft summer breeze that twisted and turned to maneuver through the trees. Never had she seen a place like this, so full of potential and diverse. Her paws, that were used to walking on dirt, were now placed on soft grass, gray stones lingering almost everywhere that she avoided with bigger steps. Her yellow gaze went to the heavens to see a beautiful sight of the sun poking through the leaves that were already starting to grow back.

Suddenly though, she stopped in her tracks. She saw something, an opening, perhaps the den of someone that walked here moons ago. I don't think we have to look much further. She made a little nod toward the big opening that was placed at the side of a very small hill. She started pacing toward it, taking in the scent. She stuck her head inside, only to find nothing there-not even the smell of prey that might have used this den. It was big, enough to fit her and Burke and two little potatoes, and she instantly loved this whole place more. Sure, it reminded her of the den in Phantom Hollow, but she wouldn't let her self pity get to her now. 

She pulled her head back out and turned to Aeronwyn. How about this?