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"Good," she offered him a wry smile, trusting in his observation skills, and carried on trying to to pick up the scent.
She was a tracker after all, so what had she got to work with?

The riverside was damp.
She moved back over to it, marking their pawprints by digging her nail into the center of them, then trotting up and down the edge of the river to look for other prints.
What she was expecting to see were small, puppy prints, but if the kid had to be carried there was no chance of that.

"If they have a back entrance," she continued whilst searching, "then we can also enter from there once enough of a distraction had been caused, which would stop anyone escaping through it."
However, from what she's head of the pack, they would more likely fight until their last man than run. Unless there were designated evacuators.

And he agreed with her plan, which was good. Valour likely would too if he hadn't already come up with it. "If your skills lie better in attacking then you shall be, rather than defending those who may need extra help." She didn't know if anyone needed it. She'd already decided herself that she would go, as long as her puppies didn't rely on her milk anymore.