Blacktail Deer Plateau the door and its tunnels

Grezig, with her head poked out of the foliage, noticed that her sister had approached. ’Creepy place,’ Yizur commented, and Grezig grunted in agreement. She pulled herself all the way out of the vines and sat down in front of the entrance. Her sister then commented that anyone could get lost in there, and again, Grezig had agree.

“It is to be used for shelter during storms, as a whelping den, and for meetings,” she explained. “But yes, we will have to be careful. We must teach our pups, should the pack have any, not to go farther back than the light touches.” She turned and looked at the sky for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and then looked back at her sister. “How are you settling in?” It was still strange to have Yizur around, having not seen her for months before they ran into each other here. “Do you miss home?” It was also strange to considered home. She no longer truly thought of the forest in which she had been born as home. Now, home was wherever her new pack was, whether it be the Plateau or anywhere else.