Silvertip Mountain Frickin tricky foxes ripping up our boxes

Chaska listened to Ezekiel's plan. It was a fox. Not like a bear, so splitting up wouldn't be too bad. Not until they found wheever it hid. That would take two wolves to catch it in the end. The grey wolf nodded and trotted off in search of the fox. He would try to pick up some sort of trail from the caches, see what direction it had gone in from there. If he could, that is.