A place for you

They yearling took point with her adoptive father behind her. She felt confident with such a skillful beast taking up the caboose but would not let such take her guard down. Bobcats were vicious and often aggressive. But, so were territorial pack Wolves. Banshee was eager to teach the feline a lesson whether that meant death or just driving 'em out with enough injuries to teach a lesson. Her dappled nose maintained it's sniffing as she followed the trail with ease. Eyes were flicking from tracks and then to the area around her. She didn't want to become the prey in this situation by keeping her eyes in the dirt.

Weaving through the humid pools of water Banshee saw a flash of movement. A feline figure lingered around the cusp of a bubbling pool and Banshee got low into the brush. Her tail flicked slightly as a low growl, just loud enough for Sirius to hear, moved up her throat. Banshee was sure he would take the subtle hint and follow her gaze to the Bobcat. Knees and elbows bent to lower herself to the ground as well as evenly distributing her weight between four sturdy paws. Ban flicked her head to the right to signal her direction, hoping Sirius would take the left. Banshee was smaller and likely a tad faster then the brutish beast she called father. Banshee would wait for a signal from Sirius at this point.