Stinkwort dug furiously at a small patch of earth under the mid-morning sun, her dusty brown pelt indistinguishable from the chunks of dirt in her fur and the piles of debris at her sides. She was still young, and the going was slow, but she'd gotten it into her head that she'd train and build a burrow at the same time, and not many could deter her at this point.
A few passing adults attempted to stop her, believing it to be a waste of time and energy, though there were few that tried to help instead. She did not discriminate: one and all were sent away, until she was once again alone and left with her work.
