The moment Sabine became aware of the presence of something else she was thrown into awareness. Her ears swiveled around in the hopes of pinpointing the location of whatever was moving nearby. Thankfully what she was hearing definitely wasn't the brutish steps of a bear. Whatever it was, its steps were lighter. Faster. A deer, maybe? With the wind in her face and the sound coming from behind her, surely a deer would have scented her and given her a wide berth. So not a deer. Inwardly Sabine was prepared for anything, but outwardly she remained as she'd been before she'd heard the movements. She lay sprawled out comfortably with her head on her paws.
She listened intently as the creature neared but remained unmoving on her warm rock. Unless it was a bear - which it wasn't - she wasn't giving up her sunny spot. Wisely the creature steered clear of her rock and chose instead to move to the water's edge for a drink. The lapping sound was a familiar one. Wolf. Or large coyote, but she assumed the smaller canine would have had the same sense as a deer. The wolf drank its fill and then began to splash around; the sound grating on Sabine's nerves and marring the tranquil atmosphere.
Without removing her chin from her paws Sabine swiveled her head so that her nose was pointed in the direction of the splasher. Her tone a slightly pointed purr, she asked, "Bored?"