The low, constant drone was soothing; a far cry from the distant snow-choked mountain peak that killed whatever dared to traverse its steeps. It could feel its muscles relaxing, the tension dissipating into the muggy surrounds. But then the rustling stopped, and the air was suddenly still and very silent, save for the rain. Its ear flicked. It had lived too many lives to not recognize the charged energy of a creature, exposed, and attempting to hide.

I won't eat you, if that's what you're wondering, it rumbled by way of assurance. Well. Probably.

No, this scent was of a wolf. It pried open its eyes and parted its mighty jaws in a wide, tongue-curling yawn. It rose, swaying gently, to its feet. Head above the foliage now, it could see it; a beastly form of dark brown. He was indeed very still, and collecting mosquitoes. The corner of its mouth curled in a flat imitation of a smile. Looking for something?