Duck Lake fortitude

Her hoarse greeting was met with a silent nod from the male as he took a few moments to recollect the other dog's name. Warthog, wasn't it? He had barely knew any of his fellow dogs by name, though they had had a chance to introduce themselves to each other after the van incident. He was well used to their scents, though, and knew he had made each one's acquaintance at one time or another in the lab (though they were most likely all drugged at the time).

The two continued searching, before Warthog came across a burrow. Reaper lurked close by, watching intently, though something seemed to stop the drooling canine. He stared back at her as she turned to face him before he drifted cautiously towards the tiny den. A strong scent emanated from it, one that caused his ears to swivel forward with interest. Slowly, he poked his slimmer muzzle into the burrow, curiously sniffing at the scents that wafted outwards. A sudden movement way in the back caught his eye.

Immediately erupting into a fit of barks and snarls, the mutt wasted no time in digging at the burrow, desperate to get at the family of rabbits that were now cowering in fear at the back of their home.