Unaware of the possible danger that would soon be heading his way, Rich stayed on the alert for around five more minutes, and then leaned back against a tree and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and allowed himself to relax. How wonderful it was to let the smells of the wilderness flow through him, as opposed to the mustiness of a book store! He let out a happy sigh. "Ahhhh..." The only thing that could make the moment better was getting rid of the smell of the pack that lingered in his nostrils. One such scent was oddly sweet and kind of pleasant, but the knowledge that a band of werewolves who could rip him to shreds in moments seemed just _a little_ more important right now. 
"Relax!" he muttered to himself. "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it." He took out a journal and started describing in detail the flora around him.