Nova Peak must gnaw

Scimitar rounded upon the den – a plump hare in jaws – when his eyes fell upon a silver form darting from the mouth of the den and to a tree. Almost choking at how quickly the little devil moved, a frown pulled at the cinnamon Alpha’s features as his pace quickened, dropping the hare aside as he closed the distance between the two.
 
A low growl seeped past his lips – one of reprimand, though he doubted it would do little to the escape artist. Finally coming upon the boy, who was rearranging the face of a tree, Scimitar bent his muzzle down and made to grab the boy upon the back of his nape – fully intent to deliver him back to the den, if only because he did not want Swift to be rewarded by remaining outside after the stunt.