Hideaway Strath and there's no remedy for memory

Their work was near mindless, both females working in tandem to secure a place that would be useful for their future endeavors. Hemlock couldn't imagine subjecting herself to the whims of royalty if it was all about bloodlines. While it was true that her tribe had been mostly all led by the matriarch Kali of their generation it wasn't always that way. Their society was more built on the community, the leadership working mostly as a head of a council. Any wolf could work up, any wolf could grow their roots within Awenasa. 

After they'd dug a considerable amount out Hemlock took a few steps back to admire their progress. It would work, she felt, and it would withstand the basic elements to give them a place to properly plan and store. It was all about the future game - Teaghlaigh was losing the benefit of the small home she'd established and the garden she had planned out. "It sounds that our homes were similar in that regard. We had our pathways, those that favored the more physical endeavors and then the ones who relied more in the strengths of the mind." It was a common process for so many packs but they had laid it out down to an art. 

Once they'd finished their task Hemlock sent Amphitrite on her way to find a densite of her own and Hemlock began to fill the cache with little things she'd gathered.