He could sense there were others nearby, even if he could not see them. Tall trees, towering over him as though twenty feet tall with branches extending long and hard for a hug, surrounded him all sides. He walked slowly through the forest, his eyes absorbing the scenery around him in awe. It was with a strong gust of wind that alerted him to the approach of a storm before finally a light show danced above him and in tow was the sound of clanging pots and pans; he shuddered. The threat of downpour soaking his pelt made him move quicker.
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A blur of a figure caught his attention and he followed it without a second thought, his nose temporarily numb to the smells around him. He approached Sequoia cautiously, his tail neutral and hairs stiff as the orchestra of sound played overhead louder with threat of rain any moment--"are you aware of where to find refuge?" he asked the male with a tilt of his head.  His voice was neither placate nor hostile; it remained neutral in tone. It would seem this male was more aware of his surroundings than he, and he was willing to follow him to safety.