Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

She was silent for a good minute, caught up in sorting through the scents surrounding the front door of the den. Circling back to the driftwood, she pawed at several pieces experimentally, testing just to be sure no vermin such as rats or even snakes, hid within. "Doesn't seem to be. That's a good start." She hummed, her voice critical. 

She would leave no detail ignored. Towards their right, was a natural path in the dirt leading up to the very base of the tree itself, perched above the opening. Both the driftwood and the tangle of massive tree roots would make a fine playground for their pups. But the latter was also a potential liability. Snaking her way up the tail, her dark form inched close to creep amongst the roots. Searching, sniffing...testing the structure and stability of this natural roof.