The first snow had fallen, winter had begun and Coza was berating himself for not doing this task earlier. Not far from where he normally slept was an old abandoned fox hole. His large paws were covered in dirt as well as most of his stomach and underside. He had spent the better part of his morning just widening the entrance so he could fit then after that just expanding the tunnel. It was all for moth. Though he was used to sleeping outside during any season she was used to having a warm den to escape too. She hadn’t asked for him to do this, but he had some inner instinct and drive now to be making her a den now rather than later. Thankfully the ground had not yet frozen. They were in the first days of winter so the ground was moist and easy to turn. A few times he stopped to move the dirt away from the entrance placing it around the nearest tree’s trunk.

He backed away staring at the entrance that was probably much too wide for Moth but he fit through snuggly. If he put on any extra weight would make it down right uncomfortable to fit into it. He knew he would have to widen it out for him, though then again this den wasn’t really for him. He took a step back, his whole underside now covered in dirt and mud while he moved around the top of the den. It was nestled between the roots of one of the pines, so often he found himself clawing at roots while trying to expand. It seemed the foxes before had done the hardest part of finding the clearest path. But being under a tree the den will never been damp and wasn’t likely to ever cave in. It would be safe, warm and comfortable.

After his moment of respite he began digging into the ground again his back end waving out of the entrance dirt flying everywhere behind him. Once he had his mind set on a task he was going to get it done. It was cold and there was only so much he could do with his own body heat to keep the cold from making his imprint feel stiff and sore in the morning. He had been enjoying sleeping close to her and he was still wondering if he would find himself still staying with her even once he had finished the den.

Coza continued digging down finally making it into the main portion of the den that most likely was the home of a fox family. Well it was big enough for Moth to have a comfortable sleeping area alone, but he found himself still expanding it out slowly, his face now being covered in dirt as well yet he continued. It would take him time; probably the remainder of the day would be spent clearing it out. It was all for Moth though and he was happy to do anything for her.

"This me speak your tongue."
"This is me speaking my Nahuatl tongue"


COSZCOTL
==—Protects Moth’s Soul—Guardian of Suomi—>