Valentine's ear twitched as the howl reached her, and continued to do so as she thought. She brought a paw up, tapping her chin gently. "We need to set up camp. And powdered silver. Wherever he is, he knows I'm here." Valentine sighed, swirled her paw, and a campfire appeared nearby. She reached into one of her many satchels, and tossed out a pawful of shining dust. The fire flared and turned a bright blue. "He'll stay away from the fire. Unless, of course, it's a full moon. It bolsters him, emboldens the beast within."
The raccoon, now only an hour out, howled again in that awful, beastly way. The sky began to darken, as the sun dipped below the trees.