Dragoncrest Cliffs they will have you convinced bullets are a full meal

He looked back at her, his own expression a little inscrutable. "I can help," she decided aloud, unaware that she was belatedly parroting him. "Track it, anyway," Wildfire continued, spinning and lowering her snout again to pinpoint the scent. "I'll probably have you do the heavy lifting once we find it, if that's all right." She blinked over at Arlo again, then resumed her search until she struck the trail. She twitched her tail invitingly, hoping to summon the Kru to follow her.

The odor led them away from the tree, in the direction of a nearby stream. There was a small hillock leading down to it. Wildfire began to trot down the decline, only to make an about face when she realized the scent was thickest here. There was a dugout in the raised ground: a burrow. "I think this is it," she muttered to her companion, pricking her over-sized ears to listen for any sounds from inside.