Two Rivers Isle A day off

Gaining followers wouldn't be a problem for them. After the famine, she knew loners would be looking for a real meal, and the only way to achieve this was with a group. Perhaps it was even necessary to gain lost weight, for the famine had lingered for a rough 2 months already. Malice wondered if some had died from the barren land, alone, starved. Surely there had to be some who hadn't made it, though she had to say their ban was in pretty good form. While all thinner than what they were used to, they were still strong and had energy to devote themselves to claiming this land.

She grinned when Aeronwyn agreed on the activities for today. She was caught off guard by the sudden thanks, but she did not know how she had earned it. Perhaps it was because without Burke and her escaping, she had never been free like this. Malice did not know, but was not about to question it. Don't mention it. She smiled.

Aeronwyn now took the lead, and Malice followed at her side, making sure she made notes so she could find her own place when they came back. After some minutes of wandering, a spot came in sight. It were bolders, quite big ones, stacked up in a pile. It was so conveniently placed that it created a hollow space in the middle where a wolf could easily fit in. But Malice wasn't the only one who saw this, as moments later, Aeronwyn inspected the stack of bolders. It indeed smelled like fox here, but it was as good as gone. Perhaps in spring a mother fox had gave birth to her young here, and now they had already left. Who knew.

Malice nosed over the bolders, and made sure that the bolders were all stacked properly so they wouldn't fall on top of her new friend. They all seemed to be almost glued on tight to each other, and not even the strong Malice could make them budge. It is lovely. Malice commented, for it truly was. Very spacious, but not lonely. Plus, it is near to the other den.