Whitebark Stream Children of the underground.

For @Chai.   :)

"Черт!" Artyom barked as the snowshoes scattered, abandoning their digging of snow in a small clearing to scatter in various directions toward the mouths of their warren. The instinctual part of a wolf to give chase was roused within him at the sight and, despite an eager stride forward, he managed to reign in his self-control and hunched his shoulders, defeated.

He abandoned the area, figuring the hares would be too cautious to surface any time soon. With a frustrated lash of his tail, Artyom ventured lazily through the frosted trees in the direction of their Southern border with the intention of making himself useful in refreshing the territory's scent marks.