Blacktail Deer Plateau When we were kings

Well, it was finally time to do something he had put off for far long enough. Wintering winds were already starting to blow and the nights were swiftly growing colder. Dante really needed to pick a densite somewhere. He'd lived here long enough that it should have been done long ago, but as a habitual creature he hadn't taken the time to make the change.

Currently he was scoping the central forest of the plateau, wanting to be within easy calling distance of all edges. He'd found a couple of promising spots but was starting to enjoy the search, so he kept on. Once he found a good spot he'd set to work hollowing, widening, and reinforcing. Dante was not a small wolf, so the time spent doing so may be considerable.