Cricket Creek Bog Clicky Crickets

Nathaniel heard the voice before anything else, and he went perfectly still when he heard it.
Suddenly all of his senses were on high alert, but he did not turn-- yet. Instead he moved forward slowly, not trying to evade the unknown other but to coax them into believing he was oblivious to their advance.
He listened intently, focused on the area behind him as he walked. At first his intent was only to observe as best as he could before slipping away, but the cranky side of him thought that he ought to give them a scare if he could. He tensed as he sensed the other wolf getting closer, catching the scent briefly as he spun around suddenly with a deep growl, hackles raised. In the back of his mind he identified the other as a she, and instinctively his stance became a bit less aggressive.
You know, most people with good intentions don't try to sneak up on others. Nat's tone wasn't hostile, but it wasn't nice either; for the moment, he didn't want to instigate further confrontation, but he was ready to change his mind if needed.