Stone Circle saparote

Murdock had spent the better part of his day running between three rabbit holes in the snow. He'd been able to scare them out by barking a few times, and by digging when that didn't work. But while he was at one side, they came out the other, fleeing the two-dozen yards that separated each hole. The warren did not appear to be large or deep, but he thought he could smell at least five or six in there.

A few hours in, and he'd started to dig in earnest. Dirt and mud covered his brown fur, caked all up his legs and up to his belly. That was fine, though - he'd have a nice roll in the snow to clean up later on. For now, he was intent on getting to these rabbits.