If You Have To Explain A Joke, There Is No Joke

Dagrún raced through the knolls, ears forward and alert as she sought to find the field mouse she'd been chasing. Every so often she'd pause, listening intently for any sign of movement. Her brother made hunting look so easy! She really wanted to catch another rodent so they could work on making a game out of catch but o do that she needed to catch something. Dagrún slunk down low, sneaking through the yellowed, autumn grasses of the plains. She was focused on her hunting until she hears some odd, laughing sound. Like a cross between a laugh and a bark. She stood up and looked for the source of the sound. She saw a pack of about six of the ugliest wolves she'd ever seen in her life. They were spotted with short fur and strange hump-like backs. They seemed lost and confused and then one of the hyenas locked eyes with her. It started stalking toward her and she frizzed up and yelled. "Go away! This is Fireside's land!" The hyena said nothing, it just licked its lips.