The Sunspire last of us

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Dragging away the stick, Cuan could see the widening gap he had excavated in the bramble-pine forest. It was a small stretch of wood, but plenty hilly, and it seemed like a badger or something had dug a den into the dry earth. The creature had long since left, for the entrance was covered in debris. By happenstance the wolf had come across it. Driven by curiousity, but also partly of necessity, Cuan decided to clear out the hollow and see if it could be of any use.

The male's pelt, usually short and rough, had grown in shaggy in response to the winter. Being in a pack had allowed some nutrients to seep into his russet red coat, so it was of a far different quality than what Cuan had showed up with in the beginning of autumn. He had still kept his slight, lean appearance, in which he used to twist and turn to snag twigs that had fallen down into the den. Several jays, curious as to the male's movements, had perched on the pile of sticks Cuan had dragged out.