Sequoia Coast happy machine

Aesop's search would not take long, it seemed. The scent was strong, leading him directly towards a bush not all that far from where he had slept. Which, he supposed, made some sense. If a wolf thought it would be fun to poke him and run, they'd probably dive for the nearest hiding place.

Sure enough, the bush rustled, and his ears swiveled forward. At that point, it'd be silly to continue to try and stalk quietly, so he just strode right around the bush to find the culprit. And there she was, the color of the damp earth (tamp tamp). "Found you," he drawled, not unfriendly, though she had disturbed a rather pleasant sleep.