Swiftcurrent Creek for a world that feeds on doubt

She was reclusive, for it felt so much must be done!

Her fire smoothed out into a frenzy. She tried to find a good place to den already, feeling that the work would become too hard if something had truly taken root. What would she do if she became round and unable to move with her slinking ease?

Today, she sought out help in this endeavor. Knowing everything would be done much quicker if she was not alone.

A low warm note was crooned out to any who may help her dig at the cold earth.