A loud clang as a heavy steel axe blade connected with the wood of a tree trunk interrupted Smokey's speech. All the anthros grew quiet, and directed their senses toward the resounding clanging.
Their heightened senses of smell and sound detected the scent of a non-anthro man sweating. They heard him breathing hard as he strained his muscles with each axe swing. Some could even hear his heart beating. Silently, they moved to investigate the man in their woods.
As they moved stealthily through the bramble and branches, the man started to sing as he swung his axe.
"Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay. I sleep all night and I work all day..."
By the time they reached the axe wielder, he had cut through more than 2/3's of the tree trunk, and was still singing.
"...I wear high heels and a bra just like my dear papa!"
He wasn't wearing high heels or a bra, he was clad in blue jeans and a red and black plaid shirt open to expose his hairy chest. He stood six feet tall, had wavy black hair, and blue eyes. The anthros knew they couldn't allow a true human to co-exist with them. They needed to expose him to the virus.