Perhaps the individual, or organism as Jason had previously thought, was none other than Drake who had been searching outside of the window for something like food or water. If there were scraps, then he would have been more than happy to accept them. He was the sort of individual who could make do with anything.<br/><br/>That was when he started to feel a bit of those same instincts kicking in. Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he liked the feeling all that much. He hadn't been around many of his kind so he didn't know how to handle it or even what it might have been.<br/><br/>Taking it in the context of a raccoon's mind, he figured that there might have been danger around, and for a while hid about the tree and structure in the hopes that no one would have seen him.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, due to the fact that the others might very well have been able to sense him, Drake's little attempt at staying out of the way wouldn't have lasted very long more than likely.<br/><br/>Irrespective of this, his actions weren't at all the act of a coward. Rather, he was following what would have seemed like natural survival instinct for someone who was of his species.