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He was being hunted, the predator in him knew it even if his senses hadn’t picked up his stalker yet. Lifting his head slightly he tested the scents on the wind. Flowers, trees and grass were the first thing to reach his nose from the surrounding foliage. Following that was the scent of a herd of small deer that tended to frequent the area and often served as prey. There was the smell of various people who had strolled though the area, but those traces were old. Scent was giving him nothing, which at least negated one direction that his stalker had to be coming from.
Sound was the next sense he worked with, his ears straining to catch anything adrift. Birdsong and insect buzz was the most prevalent noise, but the hardest noise to shift out was the sound of the surrounding foliage whispering in the gentle breeze. Sound was not going to help him much unless if the predator moved during a wind break or snapped a twig. He doub