He wasn't exactly sure how it happened... Or... how he got where he is now, hiding behind a tree with only a rusty dagger in hand, his knuckles turning white from the deathly grasp on it. You had stolen his hatchets and are now hunting for him when... he should've been hunting you. His breaths came out ragged behind his muzzle. Was he scared? Not necessarily; it was just sort of a new situation; he hasn't had a victim who fought back with every willpower they had. His breathing hitched into his throat as he heard you approach close, gripping the dagger tighter as if possible... Trying not to twitch to give himself away