New dens were both a blessing and a curse.
On one hand, they needed to be cleaned out, tidied up, and made livable. On the other hand, they needed to be cleaned out, tidied up, and made livable. This den had long since been abandoned by its previous inhabitant, and was in an appalling state of disrepair by the time Donndubhan came across it. Nestled beneath the roots of a massive tree, it was full of sticks, leaves, and other random detritus. He'd been clearing them out for the better part of an hour now, and as he paused to glance over his handiwork...he'd barely made a dent.
With a faint sigh, he shook his head and dove back in.
