Moonspear i’m on the dark side of a hollow hill

He tore into the soft earth against a hill with vigor, having long cleared away ice ad snow alike to even touch the soil beneath. The fact that it was still snowing did little to bolster his efforts, but Dirge was determined enough to at least tuck away what he had captured some time ago. A string bean of a squirrel, not quite much to cure the ravenous of their hunger, but it was something.

Something was the name of whatever they had been foisting into caches here and there; the only benefit of the cool air was that they would keep longer, as spring would soon enough bring out the rancid. He only thought on this briefly, knowing already he would return to the spot later and retrieve the poor creature if for nothing else than to tease the children with until he lost it one way or another.

But for now, he was focused on carving a crater that would hide itself away soon.

At least until Arcturus inevitably found him.