Twisted Slough Why are you running

By the time he hears the other's approach, panic has already settled deep in his chest, and he can't help but flinch as the sound of splashing startles him. His struggle ceases immediately, aching limbs eagerly falling limp when the opportunity for relief arises, but he does not relax. Fear bolts through him as the stranger approaches silently, scent thickening in the air as he draws nearer. From scent he knows the wolf is male, older — but even as he strains to catch a glimpse of the stranger over his shoulder, he only can only make out a few details. Large, dark, and intimidating; like Midar, he thinks, but arguably more terrifying in this context. He loses what little nerve he'd mustered a moment later, unsettled by the lack of greeting, and gives up on his attempt to look at the stranger. Um, He swallows hard. Hello?