Firefly Glen Joey, baby, don't get crazy

@Osiris

There was a spring to his step as he approached the foothills of the Glen, where the grassy knolls were dappled by a series of tunnels and holes, in which the prairie dogs dwelled. He'd hunted something similar before on the mountain- a small, rodent-like thing that Wraen had called Pika, if he remembered properly. These ones in the foothills looked to be similar- little tawny prairie dogs with a black tip on the end of their tails. 

He wondered if he could somehow hut one of them down- but every time he came within eyesight, one would let out a warning squeak and the rest would dash back into their little dens. There'd be no use trying to dig them out- those dens led to tunnels far too deep for him to dig one out. But he had another plan. 

He'd be able to snag one if he could catch it by surprise- and while his method hadn't worked the last time he'd tried, he was willing to give it another shot. He approached the series of holes and tunnels, where the prairie dogs now all hid quietly, and he began to fill in the holes one by one- kicking dirt and sand into the tunnel entrances hoping that if he filled in enough of them, they'd be forced to dig their way out- and then, then he'd be ready for it.