Hideaway Strath salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt

I think this is a good place to fade out this thread. :]

Grateful that Hemlocke and Nyra would assist, the three of them began digging at the ground fervently as they conversed. Nyra stuck to the task at paw without offering any such commentary, perhaps to give Hemlocke a little more leeway to elaborate on his skills. Zsuzsa would be glad to listen as it was a moment to bond with them both. 
 
Amid the digging, Zsuzsa held a keen ear to Hemlocke’s explained purpose for the Saints. Sounded like he was one of the well-rounded members, ordered to do what was necessary. He mentioned Dove again, to which Zsuzsa quietly noted in the back of her mind that Dove had to be the renowned Medic of the pack she would have to meet one day. Sounded like he was something akin to Dove's assistant in supplying medics for the Saints but he did mention he was helpful where he was needed.
 
He also mentioned the Gods blessing these new lands they called home. Ironic as he looked devilish in nature, but appearances could be deceiving. She was curious as to what Gods he particularly worshipped and the history of the Saints overall. Perhaps there would be a better time and place to hear the history, as it struck her curious. The three would continue to dig through the night until dawn would peak when she would thank them both and they would all go about their ways to conduct pack business for the coming winter.