Behind the bush, the wolf quietly sniffs for that scent. He shifts his eyes and verifies his detection. Lightly and swiftly, he makes his way up the forresty mountain, following the trailing odor of... the beast.
With agility, he keenly avoids crunchy leaves and noisy sticks. He sniffs again. That carnivorous beast is just a few feet ahead. The wolf hears a rustle. It must be the beast.
He slides behind a large oak and slowly peers his head to catch a glimpse of right where he thinks that clawed creature should be.
!
There's nothing there.
Suddenly, the wolf realizes he had not been careful enough. He realizes he had gotten too complacent and overconfident. His ears prick, and his eyes open as he discovers that there is something breathing behind him, inhaling and exhaling. Inhaling... Exhaling...
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