Bloodtooth ran through the forest, not finding any pawprints. He came to a stream bank and sat down, weeping. He looked at the ground, still weeping. He saw the disturbed mud. Catprints going south-west! The wolf eagerly leapt up and ran, following the paw prints. Then he stopped, somewhat puzzeld. The wildcat had been joined by another beast. Perhaps he had friends waiting. But Bloodtooth ran on. He could take on the wildcat whether he had friends or not. He howled out his war cry and ran faster then he ever had, snarling.