“I would say it better to never have gotten wet at all.” Her tail gave a small shake before she stepped into the cave. She fit easily, slender and small she could go in the thickest forests and be able to weave through the trees. Brown eyes looked around; her nose told her this was an old sleeping place for some predator but that they were long gone. The stone floor was not all rock, it broke open to soft grass and ground dry and far warmer then what outside offered in the wind. Going to it she softly nosed the blades before slowly lowering herself to lay on it. Indeed, warm and soft.

Looking up Naija flicked her ears. “Heath, can you fit?” She hoped he could, would be a shame to need to move again. She would not sit in dry and warm if he was stuck outside to be wet and have the wind clawing at his back.