Deepwood Weald older than the trees

With the time of birth nearing she found herself eager to find a place good enough for her babies. Tuft had still been absent and she didn’t know where he was. She only hoped that he was safe. But of course her thoughts got the best of her but for right now all she thought of was her babies. 

She set her nose to the ground and nudged the spot softly moving the moist dirt around before scraping her paw a few times. She could easily dig a den here. He was right. She licked the dirt that she knew was no doubt all over her nose before speaking. “It’s perfect I think they should be here by the next moon.” She could feel that they were restless.