Blackfoot Forest make it up as you go

For @Elijah :D

Rory had never really had a lot of freedom at home. He was too small, too fragile to be trusted with wandering; one of the pack members was liable to gobble him up. Or so Mama had said. Often. Out here, Rory hadn't even seen another canine, let alone been threatened by one. He suspected Mama had been more of a worry-wart than she ever let on.

To be fair to her, Rory was regretting that morning. He'd approached a black-and-white shape roughly his own size; assuming it had been a wolf puppy was probably the dumbest thing he'd ever done--second only to the tackle-greeting he'd given it. That particular badger had been really grumpy after that. Rory's poor nose was still smarting, unaware of the scar he'd gained for his troubles.

For now, Rory was ignoring that in favor of watching a rabbit hole with all the intent focus he could conjure. His small chocolate form was resting in the dappled shadows, plainly visible no matter how you looked. Rory thought he was very clever, though, laying in wait for the rabbits to come up. He hadn't quite gotten the hang of that 'subtlety' bit yet.