((OOC here)) There was a forest outside the town. Or rather, this forest had a town nearby. That much Ioro knew. He was laying flat on his back, in a tree, past the town. It was a perfectly comfortable position for him, easily held despite the thinness of the branch. His worn, dusty clothes hung in places just as easily as his black, wolf-like tail down from the branch. But he knew to be careful. Closed though his eyes were, his ears were open, and flicking around for any unusual sounds. Birds chirping, twigs cracking, whatever...that wasn't unusual, no, but he would know it when he heard it. Or smelled it, whichever came first. It didn't make any real difference to him whether he smelled or heard an unusual noise, only that one came. He'd been waiting long enough, after all... The town nearby stank to him. It wasn't a stench Ioro was used to, not the smell that comes from several people living in a place at once, but rather something else. Burning? It didn't make any difference, except that it got him curious. So that was why he waited. After all, it was impossible to tell if that was the way or this without a little help.