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His cheerful reply elicited a curious head-tilt from Alivia. Was he finding it difficult to stay dry? Maybe he was like her, and he wasn't a big fan of dens. It was always a tossup to Alivia, whether she should wait a storm out under a tree, where she could still see the sky, or give in and go underground despite the darkness and the stale air.

She smiled and waved her tail as he agreed. "This way." 

She began to lead him off toward a small creek that ran behind the Hobbit Hole. Alivia cast a glance toward the system of dens as they passed. No doubt the Redhawk clan was riding out the storms in their underground bunker. Soon those walls would echo with the little yips of puppies. 

They followed the creek a little ways and turned to corner, so the Hobbit Hole was just out of view. 

"Here we are." There was a small den carved out beside the creek, and it's entrance was choked with overgrowth. A stone's throw from the den, a willow tree hung out over the creek. With a little work, it had the potential to be a pretty spot. "I think this is the old medicine den," Alivia told Cinar, "But it needs some love. I want to clear the area all around the den and that tree."