Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

*hogs all the tags*

Time passed slowly. He avoided the borders and the other, as well as he could, and spent the majority of his time resting up after having been on the run and constantly fearful for so long. But even in his dreams he was chased- and he was restless even as he slept. Occasionally he woke himself up with the furious scrabbling of his own claws against the ground, so he'd move out into the darkness on his own to make sure he wouldn't accidentally harm Fennec or Killdeer if they were near. 

The buzzing of the cicadas was like a white noise machine and for the first time in a while, as he napped in the early evening, he slept well. Until, of course, he heard his name. And while he had never given it to the hunters, it still caused him to yelp and scramble to his feet in a panic, baring his teeth in a silent grimace as though to fend off whoever it was that had found him. 

Even though he recognized it immediately as Fennec, he'd stood up so quickly that the blood drained from his head and he teetered before flopping to the ground. He fought off the darkness that threatened to make him pass out, and panted softly as he rested his head on his paws. "Don't scare me like that," He wheezed.