But they're hunting you. [Or would be, if he wasn't looking out into the dark to match scent with shuffling.
He knows it's about to jump, but doesn't steel himself. That's what happens when you are made, literally, of a steel-like material.] Don't be startled.
[It's something of a request slash order because it's really no big deal when the raptor leaps out and bites down on his arm like a chew toy. Only this toy doesn't detach no matter how you shake it, and the claws give it a swift lobotomy. Okay, and he grunts just a little because it does fucking hurt.]