Hideaway Strath Home, Home, I Love It So!

It was nothing but natural for Zaavier to help, this she understood at his few words and his constant support - he was a good man, kind, and this strengthened the bond they'd formed so far. It was nice to be in such a good environment, livened up the yearling and breathed confidence into her bones a little at a time. 

It took a little longer than perhaps Zaavier, or anyone else with three working legs could have done it, but through shifting forward, digging further, and eventually leaning on the earthen wall as she dug, scoop by scoop Grace completed her den. Dirt was scattered and piled up in mounds before the entrance, and the inky legs of the girl were filthy and brown, but she could finally curl up in the center of the den and grin proudly out at her alpha - she'd done it! It was the first place, the first thing, she could truly call 100% her own. Grace was close to tears, grin splitting from ear to ear and tail wagging fiercely behind her.