Sun Mote Copse Whiskey river

Not much of a reply to his opener, but that was fine.  He fell quiet and followed, appreciating the quiet calm of the forest and Wildfire's presence.  Coming here really had been a good call, in the end - if he hadn't, he'd be somewhere out there solo and making the long trek back to the Blackthorn Clan.  

Colt breathed in when she finally showed him what she'd found - a large den, roots twisting out from a tree above.  It was.. impressive.  And, in that moment, reminded him a hell of a lot of the den Niamh had surprised him with, despite looking nothing like it. 

It's impressive, he said, mentally shaking himself from that rememberance.  Seems likely.  He poked his nose in, admiring the roots.  Seems like it'd make a good den, for someone.  Far as he knew, Wildfire didn't have a mate, but that was likely to change as time went on.  From his experience, leadership didn't tend to go childless long.