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Saoiraed had gone back down into the oasis, this time a little further from his last hole. It was probably better to dig somewhere else right? If there was more of that funny stone with the bad drawings on it he didn't wanna dig it up. He was hoping to find something different! And he'd better get working...it seemed like there were more than just lions digging! He even saw a meerkat...that no one had snapped it up as a quick snack was surprising. Maybe it belonged to someone...His thoughts were derailed as he saw something under a skim of sand. What was that?! A skull leered back at him from the ground. A skeleton...of a lion! He scampered away from it, uneasy. How had it died here? Had it drowned in the oasis maybe...?

It didn't take Niwaa long to find a new place to dig. With her little legs though, it did take her a while to get there though. She had to dodge and hide the larger animals nearly constantly. If the bulk of them hadn't been so distracted she never would have made it over to the other patch of grass.

Here, amongst it's roots, she began to dig again... here she found a strange object. It was cool to the touch, but smelt of blood, like a predator. The blood was old though, and didn't threaten her much. This object was curved in a strange sort of way and she found it rather easy to dig around it and keep going past.

This strange object almost seemed to be a stroke of good luck. The entrance to her temporary home was now quite hard. It would be difficult (maybe even impossible!) for any larger predators to break through and reach her inside while she slept. Maybe, until the rains returned and drowned her out, she would make this small home her permanent residence. It would certainly serve her well.

Niwaa was getting deeper now, and had to make frequent trips back to better push the dirt to the surface. The hard object was causing her some trouble here, it kept catching extra dirt on it's sides. This could be remedied with a bit of extra patience though. Just so long as she didn't come across a pebble too big to push past it.

She returned to digging and barely three scratches in she found it. Smooth and hard, an old skull with feathers stuck through it's eyes. It would be too big too pull back out through the small and restrictive hole. She would have to leave it there. What odd luck she was having today. Turning away from the object, she began to work on digging out the other side of the chamber.

Meeper had to scamper quickly out of the way of a couple larger animals. How rude! He chittered to show his displeasure. Well he hadn't wanted to keep digging there anyhow. He darted away and headed toward a tree stump the water had left as it had rececced. Agilily he scooted up onto his perch. Such a lovely view from up here. Quickly he checked above him for arial predators.

The aged pig paused in his work to roll onto his back and thoroughly coat himself in mud. Grunting in pleasure, he righted himself once again and waded further in from shore to scavenge the muck further. When his tusk scraped against something hard he hunkered down and pulled at the object, but it turned out to only be a rock. He considered moving close to shore, but there were smaller animals there already. He didn’t think the mouse for instance would be able to come work in this deeper, wetter slush, and he wanted to take advantage of that.

Sighing, she turned to work on the back of the cave. Surely luck would not frown upon her three times in a row! So long as she could just dig out an area large enough for her to sleep in it would be worth it... otherwise, she'd have to dig down or find yet another spot to dig her burrow. Such a shame too. This one would have provided quite the nice little spot for her daytime naps.

She took a few moments to push more dirt outside. So far, so good.

No good. Another object. She pressed against it. Cold, hard, and oddly straight. She could dig under it without going too far down so she opted to take that route rather then finding a whole new place to dig. Perhaps it the stone was large enough it would provide some protection from the mad digging lions. The stone roof had strange markings on it, and she paused a while to clear the dirt out of them. Odd, but pretty enough.

She continued clearing out the stone markings for a while. The little mouse was getting tired and this made for a good break from hauling dirt around. When she did get back to digging she focused on the back of the tunnel, hoping to find the boarders of this stone. The trick would be to leave enough dirt there to hold it up, while exposing enough to create a comfortable chamber.

Midway through, the top of a hard object buried in the floor caught her attention. Clicking her teeth in annoyance she began to dig it out. Finally! The gods seemed to be smiling upon her! This object was rather large but with just a bit of chewing at the leather which held the pieces together she was able to separate it into small enough chunks to drag up and out of her burrow.

Meeper felt safe from above attacks. He murmured to himself. Drink, he'd come down here for a drink. The little meerkat hopped down from his post. He scampered happily over to a small puddle and began to lap eagerly. The rains couldn't come too soon for him. It was fun to watch the drops hit the ground.