Redsand Canyon matrimonium

It took her a bit to find the place, even with his clear description. Finding a single tree in a forest by feel and sense alone wasn't exactly easy, but she sorted it out. She hadn't noticed in passing the way the tree's roots were constructed but now she was glad that was the case. It would have made an amazing hideaway garden, but it made a better sleeping place.

Something was bound to fuck this up. It had never been this easy. This wasn't something she just got to have. Fear of dens collapsing... fear of her. Fear of commitment. She was waiting for something to drop.

I didn't know you had trees this big here. She set a paw on the roots, then sniffed at the base. It was, immediately, one of the better dens she'd ever encountered. She liked it even more than the hideaway her mother had used back in the Caldera.

Do you carry me across the threshold? Or is the ceremony more what we do inside? She asked, hiding her own nerves. There was bound to be some kind of catch, or some kind of mistake. It couldn't be this simple.