Arrow Lake Deerly Departed

The stupid wolf set the haunch down on top of the dirt, rather than in the hole as Nynka has so clearly demanded. No, not there, that's—oh, never mind! she snapped with impatience. She dashed forward and seized the hunk of deer meat again herself, its long leg trailing a hook behind it on the ground as with a flashing glance toward the skies for any hawks following them, Nynka hefted the opposite end and—demonstrating she really wasn't learning much from experience, here—stuffed it hastily into a gap which was again not quite big enough to actuall encompass its bulk. Just as Wraen had predicted.

Nynka jabbed and yanked viciously at the thing as if brute force alone could overcome basic geometry, causing the decapitated limb to jump and kick as if it was reliving its death throes. The weasel's efforts tore her off a strip from the haunch's muscular thigh-end, a ragged strip which she stuffed down the burrow in front of the bulk of it. There, that was maybe 10% of the thing at most concealed underground...only 90% + to go. Hurray?

Tchah! breathed Nynka intently, half-irritated and half-absorbed in the problem, now. Keep an eye out for interfering birds, she snapped at the wolf before applying her own small claws to the circumference of the hole's entrance once more for a few impatient seconds before again yanking at the haunch with vigor. Get! she hissed at it, right before crankily jerking a few additional strips of meat off its bones. Finishing the whole thing that way would undoubtedly have been much quicker, but the obviously quite stubborn weasel had at some point fixed it in her mind that she wanted the whole darn thing to come underground with her, and wasn't going to rest until that was accomplished.