Hunting? Now that was an odd question. He took a moment to glance down at himself. He hadn’t been eating properly, his ribs were visible and his legs were ganglier then ever, he was under weight and even now his stomach was gnawing at him for something to eat. It was such an odd question he took him a moment longer to answer. “I wouldn’t say that… I get by. Why do you ask?”

Due to having been alone for such a long time, he was rusty to say the least and had never really partaken in a large hunt. He had been thrown out of his pack before he’d gotten the experience he needed. Sure, he was alive and made it through each day, but he had a lot of filling out to do. The downside was he wasn’t as strong as he could be but he put that down to a mixture of his age and his malnutrition, on the upside he was much faster then he looked- though give him the choice and he’d no doubt pick strength above speed… it was just taking longer to get there then he had hoped.

He chortled. Unhealthy? That was a fine way to put it. He didn’t say anything for a moment; instead he allowed his metallic grey eyes to watch her as she stood up. It seemed she was getting ready to take her leave, and he couldn’t allow her to leave yet, not until he had decided just what he should do with her. She was proving to be a lose end… he didn’t like lose ends.

“You could say that. Little food in winter, most hibernate and those that don't are out of my league.” Was all he said, before he too rose to all four paws and took a step towards her- he wasn’t close enough to be in her personal space, but close enough to close the distance should he need to. He kept his head high, his eyes trained on her, his tail twitched at the end whilst his breathing was still slow, stready…calm. “Why is it you seem so afraid of me, Rebecca?” he said. “You act as if I’m going to hurt you…you're very… wary of me and I can't quite work out why that is.”

He tried his hardest to contain his laughter. He felt it building up within his chest but he would not allow it to escape. As she snapped her reply and danced backwards he held himself in position, it took all his might not to lunge for her. Yes he was younger, yes he was a little on the thin side but he had been fighting since the first step he took. He was certain he could slaughter her where she stood… before she even realised what was happening.

However. He didn’t.

Instead he let out a small part of his laugh, a chuckle if you will before he spoke again. “Oh Rebecca. What am I to do with you? It’s obvious you’ve taken an instantly dislike to me, though I can hardly think why. I’ve been nothing but nice to you...” He tutted them whilst shaking his head, though his gaze never left hers. “I know full well you’re going to leave here, run for help but you have no pack to run to, no one to save you if I were to attack… so where would you go? What would you do Rebecca?”

At that moment he had a wonderful thought, it almost made him gleeful. He knew a way to get her attention… Oh my yes he did. And with that he turned around and ran in the direction of her beloved den. What fun this was going to be!

He heard her flurry of movement behind him as he danced through the thickets. With his slim, streamlined shape not much stood in his way as he hurtled full speed back towards her den. The cold winter air stung his pale eyes, whilst the thorns of the thickets tugged at his fur and swiped at his eyes, but they were nothing more then a gentle touch compared to the torture he had endured in his birth pack, this was fun in comparison and as to what he was going to do when he got there… ah, it brought a smile to his mouth.

He remembered on his run, what it had felt like to have something belong to you and have another ruin it. As a very young pup he’d taken favour to a pinecone. Yes a very simple, every day object but it was his. He hid it within a bush outside his den where no one would find it, and when the pack were out to hunt or fight, or wherever it was they would go, he’d sneak out and play chase with the pinecone- tossing it high in the air and darting after it, trying to catch it in his jaws before it hit the ground. It’d amuse him for hours and he taught him how to have fun, something never permitted around the other wolves in his pack, or even his littermates. He considered that pinecone a friend, perhaps his best friend… until he found it chewed up by his father. Although he had held back the tears that wanted to escape him, as he watched his beloved pinecone shredded across his fathers smug mug, it hadn’t failed to break his heart that the only thing he’d ever cared about had been destroyed. His father hadn’t even said a word to him, just muttered about toys and war as he sauntered off, leaving Rhysis with the remains of his best friend…

The memory brought a snarl to his chest, the pain flooding his body again. He couldn’t make his father pay for that, but he could certainly make Rebecca feel the same as he did.

Much to his surprise she was standing in front of her den when he arrived. It angered him even more, to the point where his hackles were raised, his tail and head were held high whilst low rumbled and snarls escaped from his chest. His gaze narrowed on her, leather lips were pulled back and threw a guttural snarl in her direction. He could attack yes, but he was hungry and unfocused, the rage was building in him and he knew he needed a clear head to fight…

Instead, he began to mark his scent around the area of her den. He kept his distance from her, never turning his back or looking away from her steady gaze. He didn’t need to go inside to ruin the place… marking it as his own should be painful enough.

Was she… yawning?! He honestly couldn’t believe it… she wasn’t even bothered that he was claiming her den as his own? No… there had to be something more to it then that. This was common wolf behaviour, even he knew that, though he clearly wasn’t aware of her lack of pack life and knowledge. Well then, he’d just have to educate her, the only way he knew how to impart a valuable life lesson; with violence.

He stopped marking, turned towards her and lowered his head. “Here’s how this works. I mark your den. Your den is now my den. You have exactly 5 seconds to get out of my den before I rip you limb from limb…” He snarled as he lowered himself ready to pounce. He’d reach her with a push, his claws raked at the earth beneath them whilst his muscles bunched, ready to spring. Jaws were apart, eyes narrowed on his target as be began to count down. “1…2…-“