Jade Fern Grove The loneliest people are the kindest

The prowler was really good at prowling, because Merlin was still completely unaware of the imminent danger upon his life. Instead he stopped to sit down and scratch his armpit, scaring a family of fleas away, then he leaned over to gnaw at the well established dynasty of little critters in the sacral area right above his tail, and then he stopped mid-scratch, one hind-paw still hanging up, while he listened at some noise in the distance. 

It proved to be false alarm. Merlin put his foot down, shook his coat thoroughly, resumed his walk and began to seek for the best point to relieve himself.