K'harghal was laying high up in a tree, cleaning off his front finger like paws. His forked tongue slid between his digits, collecting any left over blood from his recent meal.

He heard something shuffling through the fallen leaves and twigs below him and looked down, his eyes narrowing as he saw something disappear around some trees.

K'harghal decided to get up and climb down the tree quietly, scenting the air for whatever he just saw.