Fated by fate: When love meets fear
“Alright, so we’ve been given a hard island for the test. If that’s the case, then we dig dens for shelter.”
There was a beat of silence. A few raised brows. Then, unexpectedly, chuckles.
“Dens?” Bren echoed. “What, like when we were little?”
His tone carried humor, but it almost felt like mockery. What’s so bad about digging a den? Even if it’s only something we did as pups, I still enjoyed it. Especially my one at home.
“Exactly,” Ace replied without flinching. “We can layer them with palm leaves and sand. Easy to build, hidden from the wind, keeps warmth in at night. If we can find a better source, we’ll stick to dens until then.”