The young wolf moved swiftly. Digging down to round out an opening in the earth and building high sides around. It would be some time before it looked to perfection. Certainly by the making of totem and caribou pieces as its finishing touches.

Though she did not build as Aiman did, she created from within herself and felt that exhaustion at a constant max level. She laid on her side to rest, cheek to the earth, for laying on her stomach was impossible to do comfortably- or at all.

Maybe one day the slave might take to realizing the goodness of his work. Made not only for a mother and her pups, but a woman who held siblings to himself. Something either realized and if Meleys ever did, let it be known she'd never proclaim it.