Jade Fern Grove he's got looks that books take pages to tell

@Xan !!!

If he was to see his band through the winter, they would need better shelter than what the willow could afford. He had been sleeping beneath its boughs, lulled each night by the gentle babble of the stream, but the time had come to dig dens before the ground froze and winter closed upon them. So he rose one morning, ducking out from beneath the willow's fronds, and set off into their little piece of the wood. The willow was at the heart of their claim, and he hoped to find a good spot nearby. Since their arrival he had come upon signs that the forest had once been inhabited by a pack. Once he dug up a pile of bones, perhaps the remnants of an old food cache. Perhaps they could find dens dug by the old pack and thus save them from doing too much heavy lifting.