Stone Circle I've got a whole lot of problems, just trying to get by

At the mere sound of another wolf, he'd not smiled. Not even scowled. He'd nearly frowned, looking up with his lips tightened together in bit of stress physically manifesting. Maybe bits of regret, like he should not have even been trying. With tight shoulders, he stood still and was greeted with a sight he didn't want to see. That girl he had taken the hare from. Wow. She looked stronger than he could have ever imagined her getting. She looked at him with nothing short of hatred, and him with unsure eyes that held little to no emotion other than uncertainty. His tail that had been tucked between his legs had forced itself out, still and relaxed as opposed to his hiked shoulders.

"Yes." Had been his response, squinting his eyes in a slight wince and recollection of the memory. It'd been vague to him, but he did. He knew that look- that look of absolute despise and loathe at him. 

He had little time for more conversation, to know if perhaps he would get even steps farther in. Of course she wouldn't. What would he have expected? Instead of running, he pushed his lips tighter together and slowly averted his eyes away. It had been so hard, yet he had, and with tense muscles that would usually be lunging back in fury, he allowed her to chase him- he who wouldn't run and awaited inevitable collision.