The beginning after the end

Áskell scrambled after the smaller pup, leaping over brush and dodging prairie dog holes. He let his pace slow and the end result was Veigar winning. To his surprise though, he really wasn't bothered by it. If anything he was happy. Áskell laughed. "Yea, you did, you got me. Guess I'm out of shape." In some ways that was true. He hadn't done much fight training since his father's death. He wondered a moment at the glowing markings on Veigar's coat but let the thought pass as his focus turned to rats.

"Hmm… they'll probably be around brush and cover. Maybe we can- Oof!" Áskell had been focusing on the shrubby areas and not looking where he was going. He managed to step right in a hole. "Hmm… or maybe we could try hunting whatever made this." It was definitely too big to be a rat burrow and it didn't smell like rabbit. Was this a groundhog burrow?