Hideaway Strath and there's no remedy for memory

Woop, sounds good!

Amphitere had many questions, but she found no need to waste her energy on them as they departed the borders and moved together into the territory that would, with any luck, soon be her home. Teaghlaigh was a mysterious group, and Amphitere had little doubt she would learn more of their inner-workings if she proved useful to them (a lofty, but attainable goal). With as experienced as she was navigating the complex social structures of Raven's Crown, Teaghlaigh offered her a challenge that she hadn't been faced with in years. And she loved it.

Together the pair approached a small, cool, but dry hovel, and it was here Hemlock revealed her intentions and outlined the basics of what being an Associate meant to the proven members of the pack. She listened with both ears fixated on the amber woman, though her eyes occasionally drifted to the floor and back out of respect for the rank the other held. She nodded when she revealed the motive behind her questions on the borders. Amphitere felt a faint pang of sympathy for the poor boy, but knew nature would claim him if their efforts failed. 

The elfish she-wolf excused herself to peer into the den and get a better look at the conditions. It was dry, despite the recent rains, but cool enough and out of direct sunlight. Slowly she scraped her claws over the terra to test the moisture beneath; it was hardpacked and dry as bone. "It would serve," She concluded as she drew away from the entrance and resumed her place near Hemlock. "though there are some mosses and wetland flora that keep longer in damp conditions despite the risk of mold. It could be worthwhile to scout a location for those as well."