Deep within the woods, The Snare waited. Still and silent, it stood dormant, covered in moss and vines that had grown over the centuries it hibernated. It was a survival tactic. Snare's as a species were few in between. They evolved to enter some kind of stasis where they need little food other than the energy absorbed from the sun. At least until it could find a mate.

Luckily for The Snare, the scent of something capable of baring it spawn and growing them within their warm body snapped it out of its comatose state. It couldn't see, not in the way humans could, but the tentacles that sprouted from where it's head would be flicked around. They wriggled and thrashed before all of them pointed in the direction of it's host.

The Snare slowly wrenched it's foot from the ground, pulling up roots and stems before it was free. Stepping forward and untangling the second foot, it slowly but surely made it's way to the scent that caught it's attention. Thump, thump, thump. It's heavy feet reverbed through the forest, signifying his arrival had it not been for the soft crackle of fire. The Snare could hear and smell, even if it couldn't figure out how.

It crept through it's domain, tendrils guiding it closer to it's would-be mate. It's feet carried it slightly faster as the scent of smoke caught it's attention. It was a human, clearly. Most likely a camper. The smell was too light to be a whole forest fire, so it must've been a controlled one. A soft growl escaped The Snare as it slowed and reached the edge of the forest. There was a clearing, the writhing mound on tentacles on it's head couldn't feel or sense anything further in front of it.

The Snare could hear birds rustling somewhere, the worms squirming in the dirt, the leaves rustling a few miles away, and the close heart beat of the human. The scent of something fabric and upturned dirt let it know there was a tent, and the scent of the night creeping it. It'd be dark soon, but until then, The Snare would wait and stalk it's potential mate.