Silvertip Mountain Dissipate

Niita woke in the early morning, having begun to sleep fully through the nights though she was still an early riser. The morning found her at the creek, searching for tracks in the muddy bank since she couldn't find a strong enough scent trail at the moment. The tracks of a raccoon soon became clear, Niita grinning in excitement before turning to follow.

Her head was down, staring at the tracks intensely, for so long that she nearly missed the bandit itself. Niita's head snapped up, locking on it when she heard the curious chatter of the raccoon. 

The raccoon cocked its head at her, making her wonder if it had ever seen a wolf before as it had practically handed itself over. Pouncing, Niita leapt for it.

The raccoon was startled, giving a panicked noise, but wasn't quick enough to get away. With a crunch of her jaws, it hung limply from her jaws and she lay it down with self-pride.