[Hyenadog]

Hits froze, realizing the wolf had probably noticed him before he fell. An embarrassing realization for someone who relied on stealth for hunting. He looked away, glaring at the little scratches on his limbs.
When Storm ran off, he considered leaving, but he knew he'd be punished if he returned with nothing. Especily after abandoning the hunting group.
So he sat, pulling a few more thorns out of his cuts and clothing. He glanced up when the wolf returned, watching him kneel...he was so close to those deadly killer claws, Hits could easily slash his throat...but he didn't, only hissing as he cleaned and bandaged the wounds.

"Hits..." he muttered, giving a soft sigh. It was probably too late to return to his clan...they'd label him a deserter. His kind was very unforgiving...