An odd, cheesy aroma flutters past your nose, halting heavy paws worn from many days of navigating the vast wilds of the region. Muzzle pointed skywards, your keen nose is soon drawn to a minor clearing just a few strides ahead past the grand towering pines that cover the landscape. With some hesitation yet a dash of bravery, you quietly tread forward with mindful steps and maneuver your body delicately through the thick mountain foliage in an effort to mask your presence. You can never be too careful in the face of an unknown presence, after all.
Squinting past the luscious green nature that fills your vision, you can make out a... strikingly bright orange sort of creature lazing about the area. A fox? No, no. Couldn't be. Could it? Curiosity seems to have gotten the wolf too, for you can't help but be intrigued by this cheesy scented being. Is that- is that a wolf? It must be, you conclude. It definitely is. You had never seen such an odd looking fellow wolf before; his face the color of an abyss yet eyes of moonlight, and, by the wolf gods themselves, the unnatural blaze that is his pelt that clashes with nature itself. Who is this? Why is he here? Whose pack does he belong to? What the hell is wrong with his genetics?! It's not long before your internal monologuing is suddenly halted by an alarming whelp and the pitter padding of awkward puppy paws as your cover is blown. Confrontation is unavoidable now, there's no turning back. Prepare yourself for-
"Whoa, hey! I've never seen you before. You're a weird looking wolf, and, no offense, but you kinda smell funky. Wanna play??"
What? Are you hearing this correctly?? YOU'RE the funky one?? How absurd! You curl your lips and open your mouth to retaliate-
"My name's Burnt Cheeto, by the way! Although everyone in my pack refers to me as 'sir' for some reason. It gets kind of annoying so I like to hide here.."
You watch as the young pup's silver gaze drifts off to the side, the beginnings of a grumpy pout making it's way across his face. You'd like to be annoyed by the sudden backstory, really, but the nagging ache in your belly and the instincts in your mind have started to remind you that it's just about lunch time. Just being in the presence of this pup makes you salivate from the smell alone; why does he smell like that, anyways? And does he taste just as good as he smells? Is he the absolute most forbidden snack? Just a nibble couldn't hurt.. and yet.. what would the locals say? Or think? This would surely disrupt the peace and bring about an unholy war between their respective wolf packs, a vengeance set to transcend generations and generations! Dammit, he was just a lowly scout on a mission, it shouldn't have to be this hard!
A rustling from a nearby tree immediately grabs the attention of both of you, and whilst you yourself seem quite alarmed, Burnt Cheeto seems to be more annoyed than anything. Loud, horrible chattering fills your ears and your eyes snap up to the top of the pines. There, clinging to the skinny bole of the tree is none other than a group of pesky raccoons, their beady eyes staring down at the canine pair below. What the hell..?
"Gah, not these guys again! They keep coming back and won't leave me alone! I swear, it's as if I had food or something!" Cheeto wolf shouts, glaring up at the trash pandas ogling at him.
Uh, dude. You straight up smell like a cheese-flavored corn puff snack. The bastards love that shit. You politely inform the nugget about his odd stench and decide that you need to evacuate the area before you do something you'll regret. The puzzled look on the youngster's face is quite amusing, but before he can pipe up you turn on your heels and book it, no questions asked. You'll probably end up informing your pack leader later that this place is too dangerous, but for now you continue on to your nature trek and hope you can rustle up some grub.
Hunter 
Hunter