Otatso Wetlands What a wonderful world

It didn't take long for Fang to return to a feeling of normality. His senses returning as the he rested. Almost completely unaware of the arrival of another. Almost. He shifted his frame in an attempt to be better suited to leave quickly, should the need arise. For the time he simply remained situated at the bole, eyes closed waiting for whoever or whatever was nearby to approach.

Feigning ignorance he did his best to sniff at the air without moving but was rewarded with the murky smell of his still damp fur, mixed wit the unfamiliar scent of this place.
He was almost certain however that he hadn't wandered into claimed territories yet.