Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

Those big puke-green eyes shifted across the dirt for a beat or two before a huff came from behind him.
Kapros spun on his heel. His shoulders bunched and the fur there prickled; but he didn't attack or anything, seeing no need to waste his energy in that way.

What. He demanded as he stared down the stranger. He did not like to be followed, watched, scrutinized, or suveilled, all of which this person appeared to be doing.