Blacktail Deer Plateau When we were kings

Dante continued studying his potential densite, liking it more and more as he did so. With a sudden motion he leapt atop the lower end of the flat stone, making his way to the raised end and leaning down to put some weight on it. It did not budge and inch. Satisfied for the moment, he hopped back down with a dull thump, stretching after he did so. He would dig out the space later and perhaps reinforce the stone roof with some additional rocks if they could be found. For now he would check out a couple of other areas, but this one showed the most promise.

First, however, Dante looked out into the surrounding trees. He could see nothing, but the fur along his back prickled with the uneasy feeling that the shadows contained a spectator. "Hello?" He stated as a response, the question an obvious request for whoever it was to reveal their presence. And if it was no one, well, there would be no one to know of his folly would there?