While he was distracted by the lovely morning, he noticed a scent in the wind. He didn't recognize it at all. "Wait, just....what kind....what kind of animal is this?!? It smells somewhat like a bird, kind of, not really, but somewhat like those hairless flesh blobs. I should hide somewhere, or......act natural! Yeah!" The creature thought aloud, then scrambled to find something quote on quote "normal" for an animal to be doing.
He then shook his head vigorously, and hit it into a nearby rock several times, leaving slight vermilion tints on his fur and on the rock. "STUPID STUPID STUPID!" It shouted aloud, "Why HIDE from your enemy when you can confront it, or trick it and gain something from it, right?" It mumbled to itself. F.U.R. then once again shook his head, sat down in the meadow, and started crying.
The creature was confused on what to do since he hasn't met a sentient creature in ages. What was he supposed to do? "I shouldn't have chased it away, it could have been helpful...." he mumbled, "No, it would have made things worse, I just need to sit and wait..." F.U.R. let out a sigh, picked a flower and began eating the petals. He then looked up at the moving clouds in the sky and let out a sigh.