If you waited long enough, any monotonous atmosphere could be broken. Anything could happen... or a stranger might find
ingress and things could get
interesting. Teketa grew up in forests like this one. They were all the same in many ways. Likewise, they were often unique in one way or another. Teketa wasn't sure what this one's "one special thing" was until he caught the sound of burbling water. A drink might be nice. But then, he wasn't terribly thirsty. So it was more like curiosity that drew him toward the falls. He had no name for them - didn't care to have one - but drew forward as if no purpose could be better. ...if approaching a whispering fall could be called a purpose.
He paid mind of his step; he was wont to do so as a loner. He carried his head level with his shoulders, kept his nose twitching and investigating, listened constantly for the slightest changes in the atmospheric noises around him. The closer he came to the falls though, the less he could hear over the cacophony; he began to rely on sight. Sight, and scent. It was scent that first brought his attention to the fact he was not alone here. It was not a scent on a passing breeze. It was a cloud; someone had been here and, he judged by its strength, they were still here. Teketa froze, his nose close to the ground to learn all he could. His eyes though, remained up. They were bright and alert, more yellow today than green. They seemed to move constantly, those eyes. It wasn't the darting nervousness of a frightened wolf that glinted in them however; no, his eyes took in everything around him... they were keen and intelligent.
It was with renewed caution that Teketa moved forward again. His head remained lower than it had been moments before: he followed the strongest scent as closely as he could until he saw something white among the melting snow that was neither wet nor glistening. He stopped then, his head lifting higher and ears perking up. A she-wolf. He could see enough of her to know she was resting, but he could not see her face. What he could see he counted as strange: her tail was submerged in the waters of the stream. It must have been cold. Thick fur padded well enough, insulated enough, against wind. But against water? Water was piercing - like tooth or claw. Bitter, bitter cold.
Teketa offered no proper greeting, though his tail seemed to sway once - uneasily - behind him. She was bound to notice him. He would determine his move once she had made hers. On the other hand, the sound of the falls might've hidden the noise of his pawsteps, and her head was on the ground. Would she smell him - as he had her - before she saw him. These things he considered as he stood by austerely.