Finally, the boys were out of her fur for a while. Sethunya sighed, shaking her head slightly. She loved her mates with every scrap of her heart, but sometimes a girl did need a little breathing room. Having two of them breathing down her neck just wasn't condusive to creative thinking. And she was being picky of late, feeling a bit fussy. The den was the main cause of concern at the moment. It was a nice den. But it wasn't perfect. Set had never had a den before, she'd seen them and she'd slept in empty caves and such, but never had her own home...well, not that she could remember. She wanted to fuss with it some, but with her beloved mates around she felt like she was tripping over splotchy blue and stripy grey tails every time she turned around!
Of course, the lack of boys around was causing a new problem now. She wanted to move some of the rocks from inside the den to outside, but try as she might she just wasn't strong enough to budge some of them. Huffing she rolled one of the smaller ones to join the pitifully small mound of cleared-out rubble. She wanted the den bigger. It was big enough for the three of them, sure, but she had hopes for there to be more than three of them soon. And with what looked like the remains of a cave-in at the back, it was probably going to be a tight fit.
Unless some of the rocks were moved. But Sethunya, as she was currently discovering, wasn't that good at shoving rocks around.
