Phantom Hollow Thought of all of the people

The noise had been enough to alert the observer to his presence, and he felt her eyes lock upon him between the criss-crossing branches. Screech wasn't sure what to do - he wanted to run, again, always, but stood like a gargoyle instead. He couldn't move; every second he spent in proximity to this Moonspear wolf brought up a cataclysm of emotions.

She demanded he not move, which was to her benefit. He wasn't about to go anywhere just in case this was the end. What if this was the scout, and one small sound from her could bring the Cerberus out of the shadows? What if they were waiting for him to slip up? He hadn't gotten far from their last collision point so he hadn't fully adhered to their terms -- they could be hunting for him!

Screech felt like a convict caught in the crosshairs of the law. As the stranger drew closer, he ducked his head (ruined side tilting away from sight) and felt the fur across his back begin to prickle with anxiety.