A hunter, but not a Hunter. And one clearly used to relying on other senses as he still hasn't noticed the paw prints leading into the treeline.

The sound instantly brought his guard up and he stared intently in the direction it came from. With that dappled sunlight, it was harder to make out any distinct shapes in those trees, but he could feel something there.

He took slow, careful steps closer, eyeing the area he heard the sound come from. "Not here for any trouble," he assured softly as he tried for a closer look.