don't bother with the trace,

"Lecter," the madman grit by way of reply, angered by the slash upon his foreleg, which would surely fester. He slid into the dark cool of the cave again, silently, and curled his body against the far wall. The badger snuffled threateningly but did not attack, and Lecter continued to move slowly toward her rear.

Quickly, he lunged, impatiently unwilling to bide his time, and struck out toward the beast. She snarled in response, but was driven toward the mouth of the cave, where he hoped Kaname would wait to draw her out into the open.