If it were possible right now for the thing to think in human terms, it might have said something like "Good lordy, that one stinks!".  However, it was neither over-the-top in expression, nor could it speak at this time.  Maybe in its original form, and maybe after processing enough of the words spoken, for itself.  Maybe it would be interesting to speak words, though...maybe not with so much smoke and odor involved.

It was downwind.  That was how it came to find the scene unfolding right now.  The mist of the woods concealed it from immediate view, as it sported a rough gray-brown pelt and was hunkered down low to the ground.  It could see, though.  It could see perfectly fine, especially after the third eye opened up.  It observed for the moment, quietly.  Waiting...


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