Wapun Meadow we keep switched on, all through the night while we sleep

Hunted.
The feeling settles over his spine like a blanket of thorns, hackles rippling upright under the feeling. He turns, eyes locking onto the midnight-cloaked figure, and growls. Leave me alone, his body language screams, tail flagging high above his back. He won't tolerate being stalked as if he's prey.