~{Dwellings}~ prologue

The night was dark, darker then desert ever got,

The eerie silence was only broken every so often with a dire wolf howling, or terror birds hunting in the night.

In the darkness, two Jerboa walked along the riverbank in the redwoods, “Be very Quiet..” whispered one of the jerboa, “we’re almost to the den.” As they walked an the wet soil, a mound of mud came into view, it had a gaping hole, the two jerboa crawled in, and were enveloped in darkness.

—BoXXy