Lost Creek Hollow Kitsch

He blinked his owlish eyes in response, not really able to say anything while his mouth was full. He was a bit confused about why she would pray to a god, though. The only time he had ever heard the word, it had been a part of a string of expletives which usually ended with his name...And it certainly had never been uttered as a prayer. 

He glanced from one den area to the next, finding it all a bit smothering. While he did detest the cold, he thought perhaps he might find a den a bit further from the rest; perhaps on the fringe of the territory, where he might have a bit of space, and turn less heads when he came and went, frequently. 

He followed Ash Star, hoping she would take him to a fit place to stow the haunch away.