Hideaway Strath As a kid, my hands were red

Maybe it was procrastination but Dany wasn't yet worried about finding somewhere to sleep. It was summer, sleeping beneath an open sky wasn't too harsh. Maybe rain would bother her but it was too hot to care if the rain got her wet. Winter would probably worry her more but she told herself she would do it soon.

For now, Dany wandered the territory to familiarize herself with it. The last thing she wanted was to be lost. Pausing as she came across the amber woman, Kinvara, digging around in the mud as she built her den, Dany cocked her head to the side curiously as she sat.

"What are you doing?"