Dragoncrest Cliffs I put my hands in the fire

I will have all the threads, with both Mamas, ALWAYS.

She was fairly certain the creature she'd spotted was an ermine- hardly more than a snack, but it was something. All she'd seen had been the tiny black tip of its tail, and the little, sparkling black eyes of its face before it had turned and disappeared into the snowy landscape. It left behind a visible trail in the snow, which Chacal pursued at a trot, hoping she might catch up with it before it stowed itself away in a place where she could not reach it. 

Unfortunately- it had spotted her, and it had indeed made the most direct route possible toward a burrow into the snow, that also tunneled underground. The apex predator would discover this only a few moments after it had darted inside, and with an exasperated yip she began to dig furiously at the ground. She might not be able to catch it- but she would ruin its burrow out of pure frustration just because she could.