Moonspear Are things that are not so uncommon

What do you do when you have two wolves that know nothing about the art of building dens?

I don’t know—call an architect, probably.

Too bad there were no architects around for them to call, leaving the duo to carry on with Alastor’s idea. The shrug had been all the support he’d needed to move forward with his plan, leading his friend southwards in search of a nice starting location. He’d kept quiet as he walked along, eyeing the land around him and focusing on the vision he had within his head. Then, when at last he’d found a place that seemed suitable enough, he’d stopped and smiled, saying, “This will work,” somewhat excitedly. With little more than a toss of his head, he’d moved nearer to the risen patch of land and proceeded to dig. He’d keep digging, too, until Zoratto asked him to stop.

When at last the den had reached completion, Alastor moved aside so that his friend could check things out. Thereafter, the two had spent a little more time together, before goodbyes were given and the Greek began his hike back up the mountain.