To the sharp end of my fangs

Merrick continued covering up the dirt with snow, smoothing out the remainder as best as he could to make things look less conspicuous. Imperia jumped out of the hole and he paid her no mind, instead continuing his work until he decided that it looked good enough. If they did their jobs properly, they'd run their prey right into the hole without much trouble.

Giving his coat a shake, Merrick padded towards Imperia, looking through the foliage to see what she had in mind. Her words brought a soft huff of amusement as he looked towards the elk. It was a pitfall. They could realistically push more than on in there, but if she wanted to target the weakest, then they would. From where he stood, only one elk looked as though it might be injured. A big doe had a swollen hock. Likely an old injury that was still healing. She would fall to the back of the herd most likely. Merrick shrugged, lifted one paw, and motioned for Imperia to lead the way.

"Merrick Mendacium"