Blacktail Deer Plateau history is filled with liars

Granite.

Rusalka’s baritone voice startled the juvenile, who hit his head on the wall and sent dirt cascading down. Quickly, he shuffled back out, covered in a fresh dusting of soil.

“Uhmm,” he drawled as his mind processed at the rate of molasses. Was the pack’s leader… complimenting him? Granite shook his furs and then sifted his weight uncomfortably.

“I just felt like digging,” he responded lamely, wishing he had a better reason to curry Rusalka’s favor. Though the boy could be offstandish and difficult, he was not a liar.

His green eyes shifted to regard the impressively massive hole he had dug. “I just got started and didn’t want to stop.”