Hideaway Strath Home, Home, I Love It So!

His gaze wandered away from her in thought, and Grace waited patiently, but the words that came were in no way helpful. She knew full well she was part of this place now-thats where her confidence came from-but digging a den was not under that knowledge. Reguardless, she smiled up at him again. 
              "I think finding a proper spot will be the hardest step of all this.... Assuming my leg actually holds out for the digging oart, that is."
She joked lightly about her leg, but the worry was truly there-would her leg be able to hold up for digging out a den? It was good for short, quick hunts, and walking for miles, but too much inflamed it.