Puppetmaster

You scramble over to a large boulder near a set of bushes and crouch down low behind it. The wolves' howling comes closer and closer until they finally come into view. There are five of them, each one very large and mangy, each one seeming to be bigger than the other. They run past your hiding place without hesitation and continue on into the trees.
"Funny," you think to yourself, "You'd think they'd at least pick up some of my scent." But you dismiss the idea since you're just glad to be alive. Sleep is screaming for attention, and you look around for a safe place to rest. You decide to settle down behind the same boulder. Just as you are about to lay down, you hear the wolves coming back again...