Hagar had been particularly distracted the past few days by one of their resident rodents. Most tree-dwellers were too stringy, dehydrated and quick to be worth the effort of hunting in his humble opinion. This one, however, kept catching his eye with it's coat of pure white and it's striking pink eyes. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, only coming close to snow-turned hare. Finally, he'd decided to catch it, and after several determined attempts Hagar at last had succeeded.
Now, he carried the curiously-colored prey to the mouth of Avella and her childrens' den, tail wagging through the air to show his delight with the gift. It twitched in his mouth, not quite dead yet. It's spasms would hopefully prove intriguing to the pups, and stimulate the instincts that would come to guide them in hunting. He set it upon the ground, from where it was unable to move, and issued a series of low barks, calling out to the Archer litter to coax them from their hollow.