At the speed she moved a normal human would only see a blur. Nia pumped her legs faster and leaped across a long gap between buildings. Dropping into a silent roll she breathed in a sigh of relief. She was in the heart of her territory one of the main forests on the east coast. Glancing down at her now ripped clothes she sighed. Several tiny rips were scattered along her jeans and a a large gash in the fabric were she hit the fire escape. Slipping into the woods, Nia crept along to her den. When she first left home she had made her den at the top of to large gnarling oak trees. Nia had dug out a large hollow inside the tree and lined it with soft moss, scraps of cloth and anything comfortable she could find. Using her claws she funneled a small hole that curved slightly as not to let rain in but provide good ventilation. Since her body functioned at a much lower heat level warmth was not a problem.
A bucket allows her to pull up Zula a 6 month old wolf pup she adopted. Zulu normally hung around the tree inside a small hollow underneath the roots. Yipping from outside announced her presence. Laughing to herself Nia pulled the happy pup up to her. Immediately she jumped out and licked her face, the wolf's tail wagged happily as she greeted her. Laying down Nia sighed and stretched out. Her hollow was about 6 feet across in diameter with the small opening being 3 feet wide, just enough for her and Zula to fit.