Heron Lake Plateau Lots of booze, and lots of ramblin'

Niamh wasn't sure if any of the other juveniles in the pack had their eyes on a trade or apprenticeship, but from what she could tell, the sullen girl would make a fine guardian. She didn't talk much, but seemed fairly concentrated on the task at hand. If she grew into a fine size and trained well, she'd cut a fine figure protecting the borders. Naturally, any guardian would have to learn negotiation techniques- something Niamh was still working on, of course- so if Raleska was interested in the trade, she'd have to speak up more. But for the time being, her silence was just what they needed as they tracked down the fox. 

Its trail led this way and that, and it occasionally marked here and there, which Niamh found odd; it must have been a young and dumb fox to think it was a good idea to mark inside a wolf pack's borders. It was clearly looking for something, the way its trail led this way and that, zig zagging almost aimlessly when in reality, it was trying to cover as much ground as possible and sniff out a cache. If the fox thought the pack wolves would bury a kill this close to the border though, it was truely a dumb creature. 

The scent became stronger, to the point where Niamh could smell it on the air. She halted, and lifted her muzzle, opening her mouth slightly and wetting her nose with her tongue so she could smell better. Her ears pricked slightly, after swivelling this way and that- she'd locked onto its whereabouts, even though she couldn't quite see it yet, through the tall grasses. She looked to Raleska then, and nodded questioningly.