Firefly Glen Joey, baby, don't get crazy

WC: 253

"I don't see how this..."

Oh dang. Was Osiris about to shoot him down? Wraen hadn't been entirely sold on his hunting methods when he'd tried to catch a pika on the mountain slope across the river from the copse, so he was half prepared to get more discouraging news, or at least a bit of an awakening regarding how useless it was to spend time and energy on hunting such small things, that would hardly account for a meal. He'd wilted just a tiny bit when he'd heard those words- before Osiris continued.

"I don't see how this wouldn't work."

His ears pricked and his features brightened, now that he had a hunting partner. Maybe if they could sort out the right strategy, they could come up with a method that would allow them to taken down more than just a couple prairie dogs. Osiris brought up a strategy and it took Bronco a moment or two to consider what he was saying and come to a possible conclusion. ”Y'mean like if...One of us were to stay up here, and just...Fling the dirt downhill, and another one could kind of round up all the dirt and shart shoving it into the holes?” He asked. “I kinda like that idea. And we can switch it up, any time. So long as the wolf up the hill digging stays sort of...To the side, so that the wolf at the bottom of the hill isn't like...Catching dirt in the face the whole time.” He said, before he tilted his head to the side. “You think that'll work?”