Porcupine Ridge Crafted, holy, rolling thunder

He tilted his head and looked at her with singular red eye. And whose to say what I had to say wouldn't horrify you and make you want to jump off the cliff?

he gave a sharp fanged look and then continued his perusal of the local fauna and creatures that lived therein. A small snort of amusement. If nothing else she did amuse him to the nth degree.

He turned to study her. So to conclude. You're cold. You want more grass and you want to grow a garden. Hmm?

he licked along the corner of his fanged maw as he thought through her words. HE didn't really care if she came to his den. It was big enough. And it wasn't like there was any reason to keep her away.

You can share my den. But it's rock adn more rock. No grass to be found. As far as that goes. We can try and find you ap lace to grow a garden. But don't hold out much hope.