Ghost Lion Crag And the farmers are losing their focus

Bronco was impressed- and it showed. He patiently listened to what Wraen had to say about the underground habits of the small creatures, but wasn't dissuaded from finding a method to catch at least one of them- perhaps more for sport and practice than anything else. She pointed out that there might be thousands of tunnels, and entrances- and to tell the truth, the hillside was pocketed with little pike holes. But he wasn't too dissuaded. The hillside was also covered in snow and rocks, and he championed himself as an excellent digger. 

"See, I don't think I need to dig, so much; ground's frozen anyway." He said, scratching at it with one front foot, his black claws barely even making scratchmarks on the earth. "But there's lotsa snow, an' rocks, an'-" He said, and with just a few scuffs of his front feet, he filled the nearest burrow entrance with a couple inches of snow and small rocks. "So f'I keep fillin' 'em in," He said, moving to another burrow- and then on to another, "An' you stay there...Eventually, one'll prolly try to escape." He said. "An' as soon as you see 'em startin' to dig through the snow, pounce 'em!" He said, enthusiastically moving from one tunnel entrance to the next, kicking a bit of snow inside and patting it down gently, just enough so that the creatures would have a couple inches of snow to dig through to get out- but that movement could be spotted from several feet away, giving the wolves a warning as to which burrow entrance to attack.