Silvertip Mountain Frickin tricky foxes ripping up our boxes

Anita listened as Ezekiel explained his plan, half listening and half...well, not listening. The mention of her name caught her attention and she dialed in again with renewed interest. Something about a trail, which wasn't very hard seeing that a fox's scent was usually pungent enough to pick up on.

"Aye aye, captain Zeke," she grinned, picking up on a faint trail. Before there was a chance for further comments, she had moved along, following the traces of the fox's scent. She frowned, finding the trail harder and harder to follow. Maybe she wasn't looking hard enough, although she was starting to doubt the whereabouts of the sneaky little thing.