The snares pulled Cross's tail and arm painfully tight and he couldn't resist a short hissing sound of pain. Poachers. The damn humans had entered his forest again, into his territory, and set traps! And now Cross got caught in one of them, caught in strong snares that blocked his movements, not even allowing him to move his tail and right arm normally.

Sweat trickled down Cross's skull in small beads. He was already out of breath, breathing heavily between frustrated and irritated growls and hisses. The ground under his massive body is now loose, dug up by his futile attempts to free himself. Cross had been lying here for several hours, trapped, unable to break his shackles and not even able to move. Only for a moment did Cross allow despair to flash through his mind when the thought came to him that people would soon return to check their traps and if they found him, then… He quickly dismisses these thoughts, too stubborn to give up now. Cross will get out.

The tip of his massive tail hits the ground irritably. Cross is already running out of strength from trying to at least loosen the snares, but they do not give in. It already seems to Cross that his right arm is starting to go numb from the painful pressure, and several scales of his tail are badly damaged from constant fidgeting and rubbing against a thin thread. Cross clenches his teeth tightly, trying to ignore the pain and discomfort. But something suddenly makes the situation worse. His sharp nose has caught the scent of a man who is now damn close.

"Damn… not that…" Cross hisses menacingly, twitching again in his trap in a futile attempt to escape. And it is at this moment that his heterochromic eyes fall on the figure of an outsider who is standing nearby. Immediately anger and fear flare up in Cross, all his instincts scream to drive the stranger from his territory. And the fact that he is now in such a vulnerable situation in front of a human only makes Cross more hostile.

"Whoever you are, you better get out of here..."