He’d been used to the cover of night for quite some time now. Alone. No one to prey on, nothing to snack on, nothing to taste.. He missed having something or someone sleeping beside him, even if it was just for a night. Crimson eyes slowly opened as sunlight trickled through the small den he’d made for himself. Hidden behind rocks and moss, the undergrowth provided a safe spot for him. After all, he was still a wanted man. Laying low in the outskirts of the territories had provided him well. He wouldn’t be killed unless he just happened over the borders of any of the lands. Had to be a new record, yeah? Being wanted by every single pack?

A scoff left him as he stretched out his large limbs, the fur on his back raising. His eyes slowly drifted towards the entrance to his little den, his stomach growling. Morsels hadn’t been enough, he needed something real in his stomach. If he were to go out hunting for something like a doe or anything, he’d need some help. Though, his name and face were pretty well known among the lands. Any soul would kill him on sight. Yet another scoff as he pushed out of the den into the misty dawn, his nebula pelt still providing him a bit of cover in the undergrowth surrounding him.

As he made his way towards the small creek, he was careful of each step, making sure not to break any twigs or sway any leaves too loudly, not wanting to alert anyone of his whereabouts. His crimson gaze landed upon the creek, catching a glimpse of several small fish swimming about. Very slowly he moved, quickly catching one between his canines, killing it quickly. As he settled down on the stony shore, he enjoyed his meal, making sure to keep his audits swiveling, a steady reminder that he was listening.

That’s when he heard it. To an untrained ear, it wouldn’t have sounded like anything. But Phobus just stayed still, stopping mid bite as he kept his fur flat. “Whoever is deciding to try to sneak up on me, you have about three seconds to name yourself, or you’ll be dead where you stand.” his low growl sounded from him, guttural and truthful.