Blacktail Deer Plateau familiar faces

They wove through the trees, occasionally tracking through undergrowth or brambles, Dawn helping Pema whenever she looked like she might need it. Dawn was surprised, and disheartened when they came to a den; if the fox had settled here, it might be harder than anticipated to truly drive it out. But there was another scent here; and old scent of death and carrion, and as the pair drew closer, the soft sounds of cracking bone and tearing flesh greeted them. It took the girl a moment of scenting, carefully and quietly, a short distance from the burrow, before she realized what exactly had happened. "It's hard to notice, but there's old racoon scent here, too. Faint, but plenty of it; which means that,"  she murmured, motioning at the roots, " is - was its burrow. It probably died in there, which is where are fox is gorging itself right now. I think it's best that we wait it out; if we startle it, it could stay on there for ages, or attack us outright."  Dawn continued softly, glancing to Pema and settling down on her haunches downwind of the burrow. She didn't know just how long it would take for the fox to be satisfied, but hopefully not much longer.