Redhawk Caldera That Butt, Though.

@Elwood
and @Fox As promised. :)


Ashton had no troubles digging. The little golden hippie had an apparent knack for digging.
And getting filthy.
But that was easily fixable.
Back to business. The digging, yes, it was the best. Just knowing you were doing stuff, making room, your room, so much space, nooks, crannies, shelves, pantries...
it was perfection.

After the affirmation of his location to his Amber Alphess and the Greased Lightning mister Elwood, Ash knew he had some digging to do.
The very digging he was doing.
After barging straight the fine entrance, the sandy teen took to going down the spiral descent into his basement, the path wide and astonishingly roomy for a perceivably small and comfy den.
He traveled past dug out rooms, the spacious compartments that held small beds of collected dried sweet grass, soft cotton, and pleasant little lavender shrubs layed amongst the floors of each room, every one seeming to be a private den within a den. Those were his soon-to-be infirmaries, and he wanted to be sure if he got the healer trade, that he would be a well respected Doc.
After all, what the hell kinda doctor are ya, if your patients arent comfy and fellin' good in their own rooms?

The walls of the deep cavernous home were alit with wide leaves of firefly glows, him taking the time of trapping the little glowing buggers with honey and dew slathered banana leaves, then watching hundreds get stuck, only to be smashed underneath his paws, and made into fire fly night light lantern thingies.
His cave could never get dark. Such a soft and comfortable glow, so natural and sweet.

Traveling in the far back, the hippie added a few more trinkets and trivels to his collection of medicines. Cattails, a few more thick leaves, and masses upon masses of cobweb he had scounged up from spelunking with the Alpha.
God, all those spiders went homeless, that day.
Poor spiders.