Big Salmon Lake I got used to living without you

He shuddered, his teeth clacking together and nearly clipping his tongue at the thought of facing the hunters again. Every moment of his life over the past months had been spent fearfully trying to run from them- which was accounted for in the weight loss he had suffered. If he wanted to stay a step ahead of them, he couldn't afford to hunt. He couldn't afford to sleep for long, or in a place that was comfortable. He'd napped in stream beds with his head propped up on a stone, and had rolled in all manner of foul smelling things to disguise himself. Now, given the fact that Fennec wasn't going to allow him to run off again, he could only hope that everything he jad done had been enough. 

"I wish I could change the way I look." He uttered in a soft, raspy voice. With his scarring and missing ear, there was no mistaking him. Getting rid of another ear wouldn't throw them off; nor would getting more scars. He couldn't change the colour of his pelt, either. "But...I'll....I'll stay. I won't walk back to the Caldera with you," He said as he pulled himself up. He was still quite wet, so it was easier then for him to disguise his scent by rolling in a soft, wet patch of mud along the bank. He still wasn't going to risk it. He shook his coat, locks of his fur sticking out in spikes from the mud and water. "But...I'll come back home."