Moonspear Somebody stole my car radio

Judas had been going to seek out some growing herb bushes, if there were any, when he came across a scent. It was unfamilar, and at first he felt that he should ignore it. Until he saw who it belonged to. A wolf that perked his interest, gnawing on a skull. 

He slowly approached from a bush near them, trying to reamin hidden just to get a closer look. Not realising that the rustling he caused would perhaps scare them. He only wanted to know who this was, and maybe work on his social skills. Not a great start.