The first thing that greeted the feline was curiosity about that odd smell, but it was swiftly overshadowed by hunger. He hadn't eaten for a few days now. The travel from the distant mountain range had been tricky, cautious work. Hassun had stopped to inspect these trees with a hope that, somewhere in their boughs and branches, there was something of value; however, after spending the past few days sequestered, he had barely discovered anything. There was birdsong in the daylight and the occasional mouse or rat by the late evening, but he had been too slow and too lethargic for these morsels.
Pity for him, then. Those opportunities had waltzed on by, leaving Hassun wanting. A slight ache in the back of his head told him he needed water as well, which was of more importance. But as he crept between the trunks, he thought he caught a stronger whiff of that strange smell. The cat halted and began to subtly bob its head - judging the distance in front of it in the curious manner that felines often did. He spied something silver passing through the treeline, and began to creep towards it.