Swiftcurrent Creek Watch them sharpen those teeth, crude from the walls of no sleep

he had been busy. three new rabbitskins formed a cradle for blossom to be laid while he and reverie worked. the top of the den was quite high and slick, therefore in the end his grand plan for curtains became a rather ugly collection of carefully aligned branches which divided a small space from the rest of the cave.
it was dark in that corner, and he meant to ensure it was plush by summer. for now, willowleaves provided a temporary bed.
he was pushing stones into place for a path when kel arrived. the mayfair, dusted in dried mud and bright with a zealous energy, straightened. "found us, did you? it was reverie's idea to move." he approached the other man, turning around to stand side by side, gazing up the path at the work they had done so far. "we're making it a proper little homestead. you're welcome to come up."