Otter Creek New and Untested Lands

The feeling was strange as it made his fur stand on end, the feeling of being watched overtook the male. He wasn't used to the sensation of others sneaking around him, and yet he got the distinct feeling that he wasn't alone. Siarut's thoughts wavered as his distraction grew, he stilled his travelling paws. He waited a moment to the feeling to pass. 

It didn't.

Looking over his shoulder his olive green orbs found the intense copper toned gazed of a greyscaled canid. He turned fully to look at her, taking in her average size. Tiny compared to himself and his littermates. "What are you looking at?" The pale brute was annoyed to have been drawn from his deep thoughts. His annoyance clouded his logic however, as it was his mother tongue that spilled from his maw.