Moonspear restless leg [bwp]

Dune had slowed, but he had not stopped completely, and when he saw the fox disappear into the ground, he felt he had gotten a second wind. Encouraged by Wraen's curiosity and determination, he trotted over to where the hole was. First, he stuck his nose in (either with or without Wraen's nose still in there), ears splayed back behind him as he tried to figure out just how far back the fox had gotten. The den couldn't be that deep, could it? He pulled his head out of the dirt, although plenty of it stuck to his face, and looked at Wraen.

"Dig?" he suggested, already feeling like they would be able to get to the fox if only the put a little bit of elbow grease behind their cause. Perhaps their luck would turn around after all.