Swiftcurrent Creek Too cold for a run

Ashlar's sympathy for the rabbits did not prevent him from nodding emphatically and choosing a tunnel.  Here he began to dig with a gusto and collapse the earth into the opening, turning the entrance into a crater.

Like this? he asked as he shoved the last of the dirt in.  He had already picked the next one he would begin.  Ever since the boy was young, digging had been one of his favorite pastimes.  He had never imagined it might come in handy in hunting.