Choso pulling one of the ropes, “This should hold...We won’t have to worry if the weather changes.”

You lay out the mats, smoothing the blankets over them, and Choso steps closer to inspect. He nods in quiet approval. He organizes his space meticulously, setting a small lantern, a book, and some snacks by his pillow.

He adds, a protective note in his voice, “Good. You take that side. I’ll stay near the entrance.”

As you both finish, Choso surveys the tent, a faint sense of contentment crossing his face. He adjusts his blanket one last time, satisfied with their new home in the woods.