Redhawk Caldera A day in the life of a try-hard

@Shrike, maybe? 

Something like this ^^

Trick had returned to the Caldera, two big hares wagging from left to right as he walked. It wasn't much, but he hoped enough to let the pups grow big and strong. He was planning on finding a den today, getting a little sick of sleeping out in the open. Yes, maybe he was a little late, but better late than never. He had spent most of his days hunting for the pack, seeing that Grace wasn't really doing her job all that well. He carried the critters to the water place, placing them neatly next to each other on a clean bit of land. His eyes landed on a tree, roots big and strong, perfect for a roof. he made a soft "hmmm" sound, then walked over to the area and checked how close it was to the water.

Just his luck; he'd have to dig a stream if he wanted fresh water near enough to satisfy him. Oh well, he supposed there were worse things. He shrugged, going back to pick up his food and return to the tree. He began digging, and digging, his small paws going fast but  not big enough to make a lot of difference. After 10 or so minutes, he was already exhausted, and he wasn't even halfway yet.

The Gods hate me... He grunted, digging a little slower than before. seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, but after around 2 hours of hard work he had a den to be proud of. It was big enough to fit both him and a whole lot of herbs, the dents on the roots perfect to place them on. Not bad Tricky boy... He said to himself and threw his or someone else's dinner in the hole he had created. He then went to the water, which was around 5 wolf lengths away and began digging there. He didn't know if this was against the rules, but if so they would've had to tell him sooner. This was his place now, and if they weren't okay with it, he had that excuse. No-one had told him shizzle yet, the only thing he knew was that there was a little girl missing by the name Lucy, and that she was most likely stolen by a black wolf with red eyes.

After another hour, the sun already beginning to disappear to prepare for another day, he had created a small stream that led to his den. Sure, it made the ground and all a bit yecky, but he was near water so a bath was never far away. Sweaty and dirty he looked at his work, and then let out a howl, calling for all who wanted to see him creation and begin a late evening conversation.