Larksong Grotto I see fire

The dirt began to coat and stick to her ivory fur, staining it a dirty brown. That was of little matter a good wash in the lake would clear that up in a jiff. She hummed along as she dug, which might have seemed a bit morbid seeing as she was currently digging up some baby racoons to kill.

Her ear twitched as she heard a noise behind her, a soft rustling. She didn't bother turning around as she could smell it was another wolf and not an intruder either. "If you're a ghost, please sod off. I'm not in the mood today. If you happen to be another pack member feel free to join me," she called over her shoulder as she continued to dig.

Her tone wasn't meant to be rude, instead it came off as playful and sarcastic. The near four year old wolf was enjoying herself in the sooty dirt and wouldn't mind company.