Ravensblood Forest Get To Know One Another

Game, set, match; scent, alert, track. Donovan joined Finley without fuss and the two set off after the trail. Fresher and fresher the scent grew; a mammal, small-footed. Raccoon. Finley hadn’t encountered these much; typically she slept the night away when they roamed most freely, but there was a first time for everything.

She paused as they drew nearer, not wanting to scare it. The raccoon seemed occupied with something, pawing by the dirt by the base of a tree, and the wolves’ approach seemed unnoticed for now. Finley kept her head down, scanning the landscape. If it jumped into the tree, they’d lose it, but long as they could keep it on the ground they could corner it. Were there more boulders, maybe some water, nearby to trap it?

Again she deferred to Donovan’s direction, if any, and glanced rapidly between him and the raccoon.