I am in a forest, in a country district with only natural sounds. It's dark, and I find myself sniffing around in a ditch. I hear a noise, look up along a trackway to see a man and a dog at the end, some way off. I know the dog has spotted me. The man hasn't. He lets the dog go, it immediately begins to run towards me. I crouch down in the ditch, waiting, hoping it won't seek me out but knowing it will. It approaches, wagging it's tail. We sniff noses, and with a silent agreement the dog trots nonchalantly back, pretending he's found nothing. I realise I myself am also some kind of feral dog or wolf, and return to the enjoyment of sniffing around among the rich scents in the ditch.