Sawtooth Spire wrong side of the tracks

He'd thought he'd baited the trap appropriately. Meal after meal, he'd inched his offerings just a little bit further each time, adding subtle amounts of distance to help compensate the eventual position he'd dropped his raccoon off now. It was definitely further than where'd he dropped her portions in the hours after those pups had been born, but days had passed now and the shifts had been slight. The change in location should have been thoughtless, but based on the growls that were coming from the den... he supposed he'd been caught in the act.

A frown graced his features as he contemplated his next move. Certainly, his efforts in this had failed, but if she wanted to eat, she'd have to come out of there sooner or later. His tail flicked behind him, thoughtful as he crouched in the bushes and settled in to wait.