Bramblepoint I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitudes expensive

Any supplies Fennec had gathered together were still in the den Bronco now occupied, but rather than bother with going back for them, it had given Fennec an idea. Today, when she got to her gardens, she didn't immediately go to either. Instead she began to walk circles around the surrounding trees, feeling their roots and measuring to see which of them might be able to house something of a small den beneath it.

It didn't take long. There was a thick tree only a few paces from her garden that was hidden by thorns, and she set at it. Digging had always been somewhat relaxing and, unlike every other den she'd made, this one would only house one. The witch of the brambles needed a hideout to suit her, a place where she could hide both herbs and poisons away.

She stopped for a break and emerged, dust-ridden and parched, around early afternoon. It would take a few days maybe, but she already had plans for how it would be laid out. She'd dig out storage for her herbs.... and find stones to hide the more dangerous ones. Then she could really get to work.