Lost Creek Hollow the raided cache

Mordecai shows up, then Harlyn, and Root only listens as they explain and try to rationalize what might have happened.  No one seems to think a beer has done this—and she doubts it too—but she’s suddenly drawn back to the coyote she ran into when she’d first gotten to the pack.  He hadn’t stuck around for long, though, and while one of the others thinks it’s something bigger than they are, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.  Without a feline scent lingering, and conclusion it’s not the bear, she can’t think of anything else it might be. 

She tightens her jaw, grinding her teeth before she decides to finally speak up:  “I am across a coyote when I first got here.  Claimed he was apart of the pack.” Root feels a little unsure of herself, unable to detect the coyotes scent in the area.  It had been long enough that no one brought it up, only furthering conclude her suspicion that the coyote didn’t belong here and her guilt for chasing him out didn’t bother her anymore.  “He didn’t last long.”