Tazia trotted towards the nursery and sqeezed through the small entrance. She led the cub to the den that azearia had prepared. "Here you are little one" she said nudging crystal towards the bed of grass and leaves "you rest here now"
While winter was talking ti the cub azearia had padded off to prepare a nest for the cub. She wove the grass together into a nest and lined it with soft leaves. She then padded back to winter as tazia and the cub added towards the nursery.