don't bother with the trace,

The shaman snarled, flashing teeth toward the badger's hindquarters and stumbling over one of her kits in the process, which squealed. Maddened by the sound of her child's cry, the beast raked blunt claws toward the pale witch, but his attack drove her toward the mouth of the cave, and, unfearing, he continued to drive her forth, narrowly avoiding a nasty bite to his muzzle.

Kaname waited to grab her, and Lecter raised his head to nod at his companion. There was nowhere for the badger to run; she faced certain death now.