Heron Lake Plateau Just a wasted puzzle piece

When they arrived, Colt also prepared to start digging, but he froze when the snarl sounded from the depths.  Immediately his hackles rose, and he stepped forward with one of his own, peering into the darkness.

A clawed paw shot out, clipping across his cheek and jaw, and Colt saw a small bullish head with rounded ears and a shadowy, stocky form.  "Wolverine," he growled, glancing at Niamh.  His face stung, but he'd probably deserved that.  Just like he'd probably deserve this... but never say Colt Blackthorn wasn't first to jump on a chance at a romp.  "Spose we need it out, eh?"  And without waiting for an answer, he pushed his way in, snapping at the creature and rounding the wall.  They probably could just collapse the den, but Colt knew what these little shits could do two pups.  There couldn't be any doubt they'd killed it.  Hopefully Niamh was back and ready for if he got the thing out.