The Heartwood All your life

Dreven had pulled the hide from the pronghorn, buried the meat in caches. Except the choice pieces he had kept for Heph, and though he hadn't told @Heph. He had started a cache in the forest that @Atka Tsimshian loved so much. He was thinking hard now, and she liked that forest best. if he could get them out of this damn mess, and be sure that he wouldn't be the only one protecting her. He was not adverse to moving.

But he felt like a dick for possibly making Heph stay put, when all she wanted to do was travel, but he just couldn't do it on his own. Today brown blunt body moved through the heartwood. He had set up the pronghorn Skin, to dry in the sun. He had allowed it to wash upon teh river, let the fish have a meal, and it had been heavy as hell. And his fur was still sopping in places from carrying it wet and soaking here and now.

he had tried to find the softest, most less ashy place he could to let it stir and soothe. He thought about it and realized that perhaps, they could make a den in the hollow. And still patrol. They weren't that far apart, which was also part of the problem. He grumbled and shook the water free, finally laying out straight.

Long brown body, dips and valleys highlighted by the dapples in the trees. As he stretched out and further still until he was stretched out like a buffet meal on a glass table and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sun just a little bit.

Both can come, or neither can come. Just throwing this up for whomever wants a piece :D