Ah, there is no place like the mountains. Everything is so crisp, so clear, so clean. Various scents swirled around him with each passing breeze. The sharp smell of the trees who call this climate home. A deer, calmly drinking from a mountain stream was a tempting treat, but he had eaten not too long ago. He had always enjoyed the taste of the rabbits who lived on and around the mountains. All these scents were inhaled and enjoyed. Here, nothing, or at least very little, was tainted by the touch of humans and the things like them. Here, nature ruled and was able to act as she had for centuries. Here, he could feel free.
Or so he thought. A cross breeze pulled a scent to Zenthernine that he absolutely detested. Well, it wasn't the scent of the...what was it the humans used? horse?...horse really, but where there were horses, humans, or those like them, were usually close. A snarl started to form on his lips before he checked it. The greed the two-leggeds had always made Zenthernine sick. When would they be satisfied? When the the whole planet was transformed into one of their...'cities?' Would they cut down all the life-giving trees to...no, best not continue that thought. Not all humans were like that tree-cutter, he had learned that. He had also learned that humans were not always as they appeared. Best to be cautious when investigating.
Zenthernine hopped down off the rock he was standing on and landed softly on the earth below. The scent was fairly strong, so the four-legged creature, and the two-legged, should be close. As he trotted along, the wolf thought on how he would handle the situation. He had seen as many as four people on a horse, although that was barely managed, so best to assume there were at least three of the humans there. As he got nearer, two new scents were added to the horse's. Interesting, so there was one human, a female by the scent, and another. He couldn't put a name to it, but it was at least half-human, so he should still be cautious.
Zenthernine finished that last thought as he rounded a rock and spotted them. He dropped as low to the ground as he could without crawling and inched his way nearer. As he slunk from tree to tree, he could start to make out that the two humans were speaking. If he could only get closer...but such was not his luck. As he dreaded, the wind changed to put him upwind. He didn't fret that the humans would smell him, they had a very poor sense of smell. The horse, on the other hand, did exact like Zenthernine thought it'd do. It picked up his scent, and started to snort, whinney, and roll it's eyes. Great. They'll be sure to know I'm here now.