Sawtooth Spire sharks in the swimming pool

He was fairly certain the wolf was about to ask why they had nipples when they were cut short by that scent. Iqniq had just enough time to be thankful he didn't have to ask that question when the smell of stoat became more clear. He recognized it, but he played along by sniffing at the ground and further tracking it until Kanik ran along ahead. Hey now. Boy wonder stole his thunder.

With snatching jaws, he reached, hoping to give the wolf's tail a good tug and slow down his progress long enough to Iqniq to overtake the white one. Nose to the ground, he peered over nook and cranny until he cross that pungent odor of fresh scat and followed the direction of the droppings. Or many droppings. It appeared as though they'd happened upon a stoat mother and her adolescent brood.

He had a moment of sympathy before he cast all thought aside and began digging at the entrance to the burrow. If he could open it up wide enough, he could weasel (heh, weasel) his way in there and snatch a few. Anything to get this competition started up right.