Hideaway Strath Home, Home, I Love It So!

Zaavier claimed to approve and the russet yearlings grin only widened. He drew closer, looking carefully, and Grace started to scrape at the roots. Her hind legs stiffened behind her, attempting to brace herself, but the left just kept slipping backwards, as if it was unable to catch a grip. Ignoring it for now, Grace continued to pick at the easy part - it was once she started to fully dig that problems would occur. She didn't ask for help, not yet - but after she'd shaped the entrance and begun to dig, her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted. The yearling didn't stop, though, alternating between front paws in an effort to keep her wobbly balance.