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"Sorry we couldn't find anything. Usually we tend to have better luck than that." The she cat sighed glancing about. "Is there any other way we can help? I feel as if we owe it to you." North sat on her shoulders cleaning his feathers, as birds tended to do.

(Alright, just one question. If they're from outside Gotham, how would they know about Red Hood, much less who has him?)

"That's right you furry bandits get out of here!" The female barked chasing the raccoon from the packs territory. "And don't come back you hear?! Next time I'll catch you and eat you!" The golden retriever barked more until her boarder collie friend stopped her.
"I think you got them Brown." Jake laughed wagging his tail. "Let's go help Ben get the rest of them." The male turned waiting for his slightly less intelligent friend to catch on.
"More chances to bark? Count me in!" Brown said wagging her tail as well. "Let's go!"

"Owe me what?" Chloe asked, continuing to smell around the warehouse interior, "I literally met you by chance, there's no way you knew I'd ask this of you. Don't worry about it. Let's just search a bit more."

Later, as they got closer to the opposite side of the warehouse that they'd entered, Chloe finally managed to catch a whiff of the scent she was looking for. Hurriedly, she followed the scent of what could only be a blood trail, which was just barely cleaned so as to not be visible. It also smelled strongly of bleach, but Chloe was familiar enough with the Red Hood's scent that she could follow what the cleaner was trying to hide. She was lead to a pile of boxes stacked in a rectangular form, the boxes close together, but far enough apart for animal of her size to squeeze through. Tracking the scent, she jumped up the boxes using her claws as it pointed to a box at the top.

Chloe was so close she could almost taste it on her tongue now. Without the cleaner that covered the floor, Red Hood's blood was a bitter-sweet tang in the air. She clawed viciously at the box that the smell seeped from, ripping up the wood without a care. Thankfully, the nails in the box were old and easily came out with the ripped up wood. Soon enough, the lid of the box was wrenched off disdainfully and discarded as if it had personally offended her.

In the box laid several articles of clothing, and a blood-stained crowbar. The clothes, a black leather jacket, thin layered armor, and pieces of red and black camouflage pants, were decorated with dried blood.

"Darn you, you wretched ringtails! Out! Out! The next time I catch you stealing our food, I'll put rings in your necks! You here me! Find your own!" Ben thundered after the scrambling thieves, chasing them from the large alley.

The she cat followed. It was hard to climb the boxes without claws, but she managed. "Um...I don't believe that is a good sign for your Red Hood friend." She meowed smiling the blood. North cooed in disgust.
"Humans! They always leave such a mess!" He said hopping onto the box with a flap of his wing. "So what now?"
"By the look of the clothes I would say your friend is in trouble. If we are going to find them we need to hurry." Ase meowed jumping down from the boxes another following her by half gliding half falling. He trip upon landing and rolled across the floor in a tangled heap. He skidded to a stop right in front of a dried blood splatter. It must have been missed in the clean up. The pigeon stood and fluffed his crumpled feathers.
"Guys I found something!" He cooed.

The golden retriever fell in stride with him, her excited barks complementing his. "Yeah!" She barked before relaxing and panting. "We did it! Did you hear that Jake? We got rid of the stupid furry bandits!" Happily the female dog wagged her tail waiting for her friend to join them. Jake shook his head.
"I heard Brown." He said stopping next to them. "Is that all of them Ben? I hate to think that anymore of those bandits are stealing our food because we can't see them."

Peeling herself away from the infuriating sight before her, Chloe leapt down the boxes to North's position.

"What is it?" she asked.

Ben growled, more to himself than them, "It darn well should be! I'm had it up to my haunches with those darned ringtails! Don't hesitate to wring their necks it you catch them stealing again."