Ravenshook Cliffs I used to rule the world...

Be'er ta live thin an' free than to fo'ow another's word ya disagree with.

Her dark form ducked under the tree roots and confidently stepped into the den he had dug, almost disappearing entirely in its shadows. Scents of dirt and moss floating from all sides; of an ancient tree that held more stories than her gran on a rain-filled day. The bedding he'd used for her felt soft to her tired paws and sore muscles, so she lay down almost immediately. 

Two fierce eyes stared out the entrance. 

Cozy.