Totoka River paranoia, paranoia, everybody's coming to get me

at first he's oblivious to the canine on his trail, mostly interested in pecking the ground here and there as he hops. it feels very different from the sand, enough to distract him. but dogs are loud and clumsy, and soon enough he becomes aware of the one following him. his feathers fluff up a little — but he's never been hunted in his life except by larger birds, so it doesn't occur to him that that's what is happening. instead, he thinks pffft, weirdo, and hops a little faster.