Blacktail Deer Plateau Witch of a witch of course

There was not many words and that was okay. Ash Paw moved into place, and began to scoop out the dirt, widening the edges as she did so, and packing the ground down.

It wouldn't do to have the den fall in on the poor girl. That would be quite awful and she didn't know exactly how she wanted it. So she just worked at it. 

The calico didn't stir the silence, simply worked. If the bear dog wished to speak, well she obviously knew how.