[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] finding a new place to live proved to be a bit difficult. grunt a was always used to living in run down mansions and old rickety beds; not in muddy burrows that he could barely fit in. so when he came to the realization that this was the small amount of warmth that he could provide, his face would darken and he would let out a irritated grunt as he squeezed himself into the small space. ah, it was the best that he could do. but it didn't make him any less annoyed.
listen to the whistle through the wind and raindrop.
Settling into new places was difficult, he would agree with that. The castles (or maybe it'd been one castle; he couldn't really remember) had been the easiest, since they provided shelter from poor weather, and had rooms set aside for the members; the shipwrecks (which he knew for sure were separate) had been harder, though, as he wasn't aquatically-inclined in the slightest. Still, it was nothing he couldn't handle.
The coyote had been sitting in his own burrow, glancing out at the camp, when he overheard the retriever's voice. With a small sigh, he crawled out and stood up, then walked over to the other canine's den. "Not to interrupt," he muttered, ears twitching, "but do you need help widening the burrow a bit?" Odds were, the other male wouldn't take his offer particularly well- he seemed like the proud type- but it was worth a shot anyways.
/ish, a bit rushed
this is not a place of honor
no great deeds are commemorated here
