Sleeping Dragon Blood in the cut

The trail went cold for a moment and Wildfire paused, licking her lips as she assessed her surroundings. She eventually trotted over to a nearby tree, a sycamore, and sniffed at the roots. There was nothing there. But when she reared up and placed her slightly over-sized paws on the rough bark of the trunk and pressed her nose beside her toes, she found it. The raccoon had climbed the tree. She pushed back and fell onto her haunches, peering at the branches. It wasn't up there now...

She began to circle the tree, widening on every revolution. When she struck the trail again, she barked to get Portia's attention and then set off once more. It wasn't long before the pair of she-wolves tracked the bandit right to one of the pack's stocks. Not only would they get a meal of it, they would save another. The Bandrona bared her teeth indignantly and snarled, not bothering with trying to sneak up or otherwise ambush the smaller carnivore. Heck, she barely bothered with a warning before barreling at the little guttersnipe.