Wheeling Gull Isle A truce with trust

The Mother Tree grew tall within the forest, now surrounded by many others who shared her turf and entwined their roots with hers. The blue spruce that had served as somewhat of a rendez-vous point for Undersea had weathered the years swaying with the breeze, digging deeper still with its roots. At its base there were thick bushes that had grown in, which had obscured the deep cavern that had once existed at the tree's base. 

Thresher wanted to have access to the den again- but with the ground so hard, it would be too much effort to pull the bushes out by the roots. Instead, she investigated the area, and chose one point where she thought she could almost see through to the tree. There, she began nipping and chewing through the branches of the bushes, some of which were about an inch thick. The cold helped a little- some of the bushes were brittle and hard, and snapped easily. Others, the thicker ones, took more time to chew through. But she'd work away at it, eager to make just a large enough path for her to access the heart of the great tree again.