Arkain, an 8 foot anthro-lizard, stands quietly in front of a large bush. Theres another one behind him. THe perfect hiding place. His green skin conseals him well. He feels confident about that. In front of his is a trail that leads to a watering hole thats a ways down the trail. A number of tracks  are seen on the trail showing how busy the trail is. Arkain patiently waits for the next one to head down the path so he can have something to eat. His tail flicks about anxiously waiting for his next meal to come. He pauses for a second. Hes got an uneasy feeling hes being watched. He moves the leaves lightly to the side to get a better view of the trail. Noop . Noone. Must be hearing things. He sighs and moves the leaves back and patiently waits for someone to come.