Hideaway Strath Home, Home, I Love It So!

Zaavier stepped back to watch as the smaller girl went ahead and began digging, noting her bum leg. It was quite amazing actually, how she was able to maintain her balance on three legs even while digging. She did well for the first half, and Zaavier made no move to interfere, until Grace seemed to grow tired. She panted with her pink tongue hanging out of her mouth, her working hind leg growing shakey and tired, yet she didn't stop. 

Zaavier took a step forward, hesitating. There was not enough room for both of them, at least for himself and his broad shoulders. He he went ahead and tried to dig with her, he would surely end up pushing her out of the way. He considered asking her if she needed a break, but he doubted she would agree to that -- she didn't seem like the type. So Zaavier placed his shoulder against her hip, stilling her shaking leg and allowing her to lean on him for support.