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Just before turning to leave, Growls said "Crimson, we are going to need to grab more sticks then we need. I'll just build myself a small little sleeping room on the other side of the chimney, if that's ok." It was something that Growls found himself enjoying much more than he used to. The small, thrown together sleeping rooms were the type of shelter that felt like a den to Growls, which made it feel like it is a home.

Growls then turned to follow Crimson out into the forest. Withing moments, Growls had picked up a large pile of branches from a tree that had said limbs torn off for one reason or another. "What do you want me to do with this pile of sticks?" Growls asked Crimson.