Ghost Lion Crag And the farmers are losing their focus

After having crossed the frozen river which separated his pack's claimed lands and the mountain ranges, Bronco found himself meandering along in the foothills which he hadn't ever spent much time investigating, only to find with some curiosity that where the hillside was down to only a few inches of snow, there were holes in the ground. Something had been coming and going from those small holes, and he sniffed and scratched at a couple of them, noting that it must be some kind of small rodent that inhabited the rocky, hole-infested, hillside, until he finally saw one of them. 

The creature was larger than a mouse, but smaller than a rabbit, and from what he could tell, it was some kind of small groundhog...But from what he knew, groundhogs were fairly solitary...At least, the larger ones were. Bronco had grown up in marshy, boggy, forested lands where prairie dogs and pika did not stray- but here, they found themselves at home. At the sight of him, they ducked back down inside their burrows before Bronco even got a running start to surprise them- and his digging did nothing, considering how frozen the rocky earth was. So he roved from tunnel to tunnel, sniffing here and there, and occasionally doing his best to sneak and snatch one of the pesky little creatures- but found that his technique wasn't helping him very much.