Maron stooq on the edge of the woods. He was about to enter, to investigate, when he heard faint voices nearby. He flickered his black tipped ears back and growled, hackles raised. He wasn't sure with how to proceed so just waited, trying to work out where they were going. His reddish brown coat bristled as he hesitantly took a step forward into the woods. He swallowed. Now that he thought about it, he was really thirsty and a little hungry. Perhaps these strangers, whoever they were, had food with them.
He stood a step forward, thick muscular structure tensed as he scented the air again. He lifted his right paw as he did so, then carefully placed it back down. It smelt like two, maybe three, strangers were nearby. He couldn't be sure though; he wasn't that good at scenting wolves as he'd rarely encountered others before. He put his weight down onto his right side as he shifted forwards once more, picking his feet over a brittle branch. He took a couple more steps forward, trying to pin point their location. If they did have food, he wasn't going to miss this oppurtunity.
CRACK! The breaking stick beneath his back foot sounded like it had echoed for miles after he had been making sure to stay so silent and careful. He flinched, crouchinq for a moment incase there was someone just beside him, then stood again and proceeded towards where the voices floated from. With luck he'd be able to sneak after them.