Thin twigs and dry leaves crackled softly as one paw after the other carefully made its way through the undergrowth. She had already scented her prey, but there was still nothing to be seen of her. So the civet froze in its movement for a moment, stretching its head and apparently trying to interpret the direction from which it heard the scent. Resuming the scent, she pushed her lithe body past gleaming white birch and gnarled balsam and eaglewood trees. The representatives of the former two gave off an intense aromatic and balsamic scent, while the eaglewood trees gave off an almost animalistic aroma. From one of the trees, or more precisely from its crown, a subliminal humming and buzzing sounded, which grew louder with every step the civet cat took closer and swelled to a wild roar. Curious, the grey-brown spotted cat stopped below the tree and watched the spectacle that presented itself to her around the hive. The fat bees were too far away and too busy bringing the collected flower nectar to their burrow to care about the curious observer. Even from so far below, the delightful scent of beeswax was still distinct, causing the cat to sniff with interest. But after only a few moments, she lost all interest and went back to following her actual trail. However, the short pause in which she watched the spectacle of the bees had deprived the civet cat of her lunch. The trail had gone cold. However, she didn't realize the realization until a few steps later, when she had already passed numerous clove trees, cardamom and patchouli bushes. In a clearing, the stalking finally ended, as it was impossible to tell in which direction the prey had taken off. Disappointed, the civet cat drew a few last circles until it rubbed its fur once more against a cedar or sandalwood tree and, to bid farewell, relieved itself against the tree with its leg raised.