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

He halted when the feathered creature puffed up, catching him in the act of tracking him. Rokig was not searching to get scratched or pecked today. Or any day really. So he stayed patient and waited in his position for a bit.

Yet any hunter worth their claims would know if he waited too long the bird would get away. So he moves again, this time a little quicker in order to keep up with the scurrying bird.