Lion Head Mesa As promised

It would be a lie, would she say that she was not glad for a rest. What had once been a swift easy journey was no more. It was long and arduous and her body not feeling correct and ill fitting.

Ash Paw couldn't stop the small sound of delight at how cozy the resting place was. It reminded her of her den on the pleateau and a small inkling of bittersweet grief briefly colored her thoughts, but she was soon taken back to the present.

A gwntle sooty paw reqched out to trace the lines and grooves of the shaped rock. She inspected it with curiosity and intrigue and smiled withacceptance colored in grace.

Thank you. It's lovely.

A small nod. A bit, but i wanted to come now for in the coming weeks I will be unable to leave the whelping den.