Lost Creek Hollow the raided cache

Root offered the waterfall, and the ears of the black wolf perked. She thought the idea was quite good, and hadn't thought of it on her own. She nodded in agreement, looking towards Mordecai. He seemed to agree, but mentioned something about the ground. She looked to her paws in thought, unable to think of how they might be able to soften it. "If it's soft," she offered, "after we dug it out we could always pour water on it. It'll freeze over night and the cache will act as a cooler. I think that's a great idea. If it's too hard, I'm not sure how we'd manage to break the ground," her voice trailed as she lacked an idea to contribute, but she felt her first idea was rather innovative, if it wasn't an obvious option already.

She then shrugged. "How do we know what we're up against, though?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "We obviously need to defend our territory from it, but we don't want injured wolves because our patrols weren't large enough to defend against it. I don't think we should go after it, but we need to figure out at least some sort of idea of what it is." She looked to the mangled paw prints. They were small, perhaps the creature wasn't so large... Perhaps there was really no reason to worry. But still, something in her was bothered, and she looked to her packmates to hear their ideas.