Haunted Wood I was a teenage werewolf

He felt the very tips of his teeth brush against flesh and fur, yet the pup scrambled deeper into the little burrow, removing himself from reach. Peregrine made a last few attempts, then withdrew and began frantically digging at the earth around the hole. Unfortunately, there was a lot of clay present in the soil here. He could make progress but it would take hours of strenuous effort.

He snarled under his breath, drool flinging from his bared fangs. It wounded the Alpha's pride, knowing an enemy's pup had escaped him untouched. In fact, it boiled his blood. Peregrine more or less raged just outside of the whelp's hiding spot for a solid thirty seconds before collecting himself and taking a step back to fall onto his haunches.

"I'll wait you out, you little shit," he promised with a deep growl.