"Hello, how are you doing." Flash said. But before Finch had time to reply, she continued: "I hope you're feeling good enough to collect some moss for my den, because that's what you're going to be doing."
Finch nodded obediently. She trotted off into the forest, her head swinging back and forth as she scanned for good moss.
Good, Flash thought. My bedding was really getting old.
Flash shrugged, she was going to tell her to ask an alpha, but she didn't see any around. "Maybe you could go hunting for a bit? Take someone with you, if you do."
Emi decided she would go to the field, there were usually rabbits or pheasants, and the occasional lone deer...but, who would go with her?
Baxter was lounging at the base of a tree in camp. He was chewing a burr off his paw.
