Panther Park Taxídi

He'd followed them more by happenstance than choice, curious of the vibrant red man until he saw the lady. They held a conversation between one-another which disinterested Mesa until the man began to sing; he hadn't heard anything like that, and was distracted enough to falter in his lurking.

He listened as he roamed, coming out from cover not far from where the pair stood, and realized he was exposed when he caught sight of the man's bright smile. It wasn't for him - the song, this moment - and so he averts his gaze immediately.