Morningside Cuesta it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise & rationality

Artyom huffed a sigh, then inhaled deep as he attempted to regain control and ease the frustration away. His recent hints had yielded poor results, the pale leader thought with annoyance as he shot the burrow's entrance one last sharp glare, before he moved to turn away.

A young wolf lingered nearby, with a tawny pelt and a boyishness to his features, and Artyom's earthen gaze found his own vivid emeralds with ease. The colour stood out, bold against the warm hues of his face, and to him Artyom shot an almost guilty smile.

"I think luck has run dry here," he rejected the offer with an awkward little laugh. Artyom doubted very much that his intended prey would be coming above ground again anytime soon. "Sorry you had to witness that... not my finest moment."