To the sharp end of my fangs

Merrick continued to dig, pulling up loads of earth and stacking it on the sides of the pit. Imperia was jumping the gun by shoving the spikes in now, but he said nothing about it. This was her plan. He was just helping. The big man allowed her to push the stakes into the turned dirt as he jumped up and out of the pit. Big paws shoveled snow over the discarded earth, covering up the dark dirt with pale snow so that it didn't stick out like a sore paw.

Without waiting for Imperia to get out of the pit, Merrick started flinging snow around, covering up the edges and the bottom of the pit as well so that it didn't just look like a big, dark hole. Whatever they were hunting would see the hole and try to avoid it if possible. If they covered it, then it would be less likely to be noticed until it was too late.

"Merrick Mendacium"