[mintedstar/fur]

There was a distinct impression, to Snake, that he was being followed. It was just the prickle along the back of his neck, he tried to tell himself, but that really didn't account for everything. It didn't make him feel any less like he was being watched.
The question was, who or what?
Hopefully something benign. A to-be looking for answers to a question, but too nervous to ask in front of the others. A Cave Guard looking for an assignment. Maybe a slightly annoyed Prey-hunter, for whatever reason.
There wasn't a lot he could do other than assume that there would be someone turning up, sooner or later, to talk to him.
Again, his pelt bristled and he forced it down. Wouldn't do for there to just be a lead Cave Guard, looking like a wayward hedgehog who'd been disturbed by the wind.
His paws slid a bit under him and he dug his claws in. For a second pausing. Sniffing the air.
He scanned the sky. Maybe it was just the wind that had him on edge. It seemed to be particularly strong. (Or maybe that was in his head too.) Either way, he would have rather liked to have some company right about now.

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