Shadewood is that what a dinosaur would do.

Artaax usually was far more attentive to his surroundings. He prided himself in never letting anything escape his notice. From an early age, he had trained himself to employ every sense at his disposal to cataloguing every piece of his surroundings. He felt the earth's vibrations beneath his paws. He smelled each and every scent upon the wind, heard every whisper in the woods. Seeing everything was harder because he couldn't exactly look in every direction what with not being a chameleon, but he did his best on that front too. Nothing ever escaped his notice, when he set his mind to it.

His mind was not set to it. It was no where near it. Artaax was too weary to put his mind to anything but moving forward and trying to make sure that it was in the right direction. So, he remained oblivious to the fact that he had managed to attract himself a stalker as he picked his way through the trees.