Sweet glanced at Eli, holding the squirrel and lemmings before they all finally arrived at camp. She went near the holes where they buried their prey, since the frost usually spoiled them. She dug the lemmings and squirrel by the other prey holes before looking back over at them, licking her chops.
Fang was resting near the entrance of his den, opening one slitted eye as he seemed to sense when the dogs arrived back to camp. Boil was sleeping near the fighters den, while Rosy dined on a rabbit, her swollen belly that was heavy with pups not seeming to bother her activeness.




