Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26872802-20150725215749/@comment-25876934-20150726235726

Mephi gently takes the book in her teeth, quickly laying it down on a nearby rock due to the weight. She flicks some dirt off of it with her tail before picking it back up. "Just a moment," she mews, the spine muffling her voice, before slowly making her way back into her hole. Carefully placing it onto some rudimentary shelving (consisting of a large flat root that she had scratched into - just enough space for her relatively large collection), Mephi gave her neat, tidy den an appreciative glance. It was rather spacious, having been excavated extensively, but a tiny nook at the bottom, lined with moss and her own fur, formed her preferred sleeping spot. It was oddly warm, even in winter. With a small, yet satisfied grin, she stepped out, trotting towards Twain. "North shore, yeah? I'll check it out."