Arrow Lake strode through the gates, defiant in every stride

blodreina does as he suggests, closing her eyes and trying to imagine a den. at first, she doesn't. it's hard to make herself imagine what her perfect den would be when, for as long as she could remember, she hasn't ever had one. she found shelter against the worst of the weather but she preferred the night sky to hard earth that could potentially crumble in on her and kill her while she slept. she frowns, then, because that was unhelpful. this wasn't about her and what she did and didn't like. she had to have a birthing den — someplace safe and warm.

so, she tries harder ( her scrunched up facial expressions had to be pretty amusing ). in the end she keeps picturing something closer to what hougeda had been — though preferably without tunnels that could lead cubs to their potential death. which ended up looking something a lot like the small space they'd been trapped in during the storm. maybe something like we'd taken shelter in during the storm. it'd have to be bigger, but that's not an issue. i've got some time to renovate before they're due. she opens her eyes and gives him a sheepish look.