Lost Creek Hollow Two, Four, Six, Eight; Everybody Excavate!

I may yet edit this later, especially if it doesn't get a reply first, but we'll see  >.> 

Jet was slightly more content with life now that she had discovered digging in earnest, and was taking her frustrations out on the dirt. In fact, with Mother @Treason lurking watchfully nearby the little girlpup thought she was being clever by hovering in the entryway of the den. It was pretty overcast and dull outside today in any case, comparatively, and Jet had it in her little head that maybe if she made the den bigger, or could unearth an entire secret tunnel for herself or something, that maybe those frustratingly long times she ended up confined to the den (not that Jet deserved any such timeouts or anything, of course!) could be made a little more bearable.

Outdoors there was a bit of a rustly commotion that caught her attention, though. Jet popped her head out from the den's entryway, careless of the fact that her once-black nose had, like her paws, now turned mud-brown. She looked about with wide eyes and eagerly perked ears for just a moment before spotting the new visitor and swooping toward the stranger's figure with an eager yelp, paws akimbo, nose atwitch, and butt a-wriggling.