Swiftcurrent Creek Stuttering Stanley

With enthusiasm in hand, the agouti male only waited for the chant of his little companion before hw whirled on his paws, albeit clumsily and injured. Loping over to a larger rock, his nose bent to the ground, Scimitar began to sniff, knowing he had left it here somewhere..

It could have been used as an opportune time to teach the youth a bit about tracking -- but the pups were not quite at an age yet. Making a mental note to teach them with some exuberant treasure hunt come time, the Alpha found the spot he was looking for, his nose pushing aside some of the light snow.

Creamy paws making fast work, he began to dig, and casting a stolen glance to his little ward, Scimitar gave a small wink, feeling the stiffness in his sides from the battle with the Blackfeather wolves. Still, this was a welcome distraction, and as his claws chipped away at frozen terrain, he finally felt what he sought. Pulling back, a glisten of ivory flashed through the small hole -- the tip of a deer antler he has stowed away for the pups at a later date. "Want to help me dig it out?"