Sawtooth Spire wrong side of the tracks

The bait was planted. Once nice, fat raccoon lingered a fair distance from the mouth of the den. He'd started with it closer to the entrance, allowing the scent of it to waft within Tonravik's cave a bit before he planted it some distance from the den's entrance. @Tonravik would have to leave that den unattended for a few precious moments if she wished to dine upon her next meal which would hopefully leave enough time for him to dive in, steal a glimpse of his children, and get the hell out of there before she turned snarly teeth on him. Just a glimpse. Surely they were strong enough by now to award the father that much. He had played a part in making their existence possible after all.

The trap was set. Iqniq tested the wind and lingered where he could not be scented. His eyes were keen, watching and waiting to test his luck once more.