Moonspear Are things that are not so uncommon

A suitable location was crucial to the making of an effective den. Should the snow be allowed to get in, then the boy would freeze—or, if weak, the den itself would fall atop him. The negative scenarios were, of course, possibilities that the Greek wished not to witness turn into realities. Zoratto had quickly become a good friend despite their differences, and so the idea of seeing him hurt bothered the foreigner; the idea of seeing anyone in pain bothered him, actually. Alastor simply wasn’t capable of hardening his heart and looking the other way. When help was needed, he’d step in, and if he could prevent injury, he’d do exactly that.

The glacial gaze of the older male swept across the land, seeking a spot that stuck out, but finding none. Thereafter he’d focused on his friend, a suggestion on the tip of his tongue. “What if it’s dug into the side of the mountain?” he’d said, having unintentionally presented it as an inquiry. “Facing the south, I think it might be able to shield you from the snow.” Think being the key word there. It was rare for Alastor to reside within a den nowadays, even during the colder months of the year, and so his knowledge of what made a good one was limited.