Blacktail Deer Plateau Witch of a witch of course

the work went slow. 

ash paw did not hinder it, understanding the simple vision. they each dug in silence; first with a space between their sides, then with winter coats pressing into one another. their warmths, their breaths, merged, providing insulation against the cold. the work went on.

soon the denmouth gaped wide.

a paw dusted with grainy dirt, lightly pushed the wolf aside. the snout, sniffing heavy, dove in, followed then by mass of fur.

this time, the entry was smooth. from within the foxhole, came a satisfied snort.

"thou... hast been obliging, ash paw." said the voice, body reemerging until only its front was out. "woulds't thou..." and the maw parted, remaining so. 

but no words came.

the silence stretched out.

"like...to enter...?" an awkward gesture towards the depths of the den.