Broken Boulder endless me, endlessly

Sequoia followed, curious now about the place within a place. She had already written him off as a contender for her. Maybe as a fling, but nothing more. He was far too... something she could quite pinpoint.

It was dark as she entered the crack in the stone, but her eyes adjusted as they continued inward, and when they arrived to the main room, she could see why he had chosen this place. Mahler moved to inspect something, but Sequoia was already in the process of deciding which would be hers.

I'll take this one, she said, standing at the entrance of one of the smaller rooms. It was cozy, but not too small for two wolves. There was some work to be done with it, but she thought she could do it up nicely. Procure some furs for lining, clean out some of the cobwebs, add a touch of her own flavor to it. She didn't even consider that other members of Sagtannet might want first pick, but she didn't really care, either. This one would be hers. She was sick of being a doormat and getting passed over for what she rightfully deserved.