Moonsong Glacier And have been cold a long time

The panther crouched in hiding while Eira went sniffing into the den of the little beast. He did not have long to wait before Eira was off and running, an orange-pelted creature gnashing in her wake. Dutch sprang forward just as it finished it feint, and then it was a race to the burrow.

Dutch got there just in time to snag it by the back of its neck. He gave it a vicious shake, then another, and then it went limp with a sharp snap of bone beneath his teeth.

"Got it!" he called out to Eira. He made a sound, then, and spat out a tuft of fur. The fox's musk was overpowering — he hoped she would be able to get it out of the pelt. "Where do you want it?"

He didn't want to put it in his mouth again, but he certainly wasn't going to force Eira to carry the thing.