Blackfeather Woods does the lighthouse shine to seek, or to be found?

She digs at the earth for a while, making the hole bigger as best she can. Occasionally, she drops into the curve of the earth to see how it fits but she’s ultimately up and at it again. Not knowing exactly what she’s working with or where she’s really decided to dig, shows a lack of effort. Distracted on her instinct, she does not notice the approach of the other at first.

After a moment, she sighs and hangs her head down, face pointed toward her work as if she could examining it. There’s no way she’ll be able to make a den of her own but she curl up into the divot of earth for a while. Maybe it’ll make her feel a little better.

The scent of the other, mixed with something else, causes her to turn. She slowly lowers herself a little and offers a swing of her tail. There’s a lot to wonder from the wolf that doesn’t talk, unable to exchange any real sort of communication other than direct intentions. Her nose twitches toward her and she whines, turning a little and letting her head droop—she can only hope it is a gift for her, mouth watering as she’s quickly reminded of her hunger.