The Weevil's nose twitched, crouching slightly, it looked up and down the alleyway, Humans were coming and they were the ones he didn't want to find him- the hunters!
His instinct was to run, but there was nowhere safe for him to go, he moved his head slowly from side to side, working out where they were as best he could. They had him trapped and he knew it, shrinking back into the shadows, he waited. If they passed he would slip away, if they didn't....