Wolves: Wolves are highly social animals that live in structured, cooperative family groups called packs. They also howl to locate pack members.

While Steeljaw wasn't an organic wolf, he was a Wolfcon. Which meant he—like many other animal-like Cybertronian's—had the instincts of whatever primitive organic they resembled, his mostly being pack behaviour.

"Stupid fragging Autobots..." He grumbled, cutting through the annoyingly lively green brush with his claws. Of all the places he had to escape to after Bumblebee and his team tried to catch him again, it just had to be one of the denser parts of the forest surrounding Crown City?

He let out a huff as he finally sat down against a tree, pulling his stabilizing servos close to his chassis, his tail curling around his ankles.

"No energon, which means I become more primitive. No pack, which means no way to regulate most primitive instincts... Ghh..." He let out a low growl of annoyance, which trailed off into a small whine as he grimaced, clutching at his aching fuel tanks.

Did the Autobots just want him to starve? Well... they wouldn't really care. They'd celebrate him being gone, just like they would any other problem in their pretty little lives. Bragging rights on Cybertron—rights on Cybertron in general—protecting those tiny little squishes called humans... What wastes of energon, Autobots are.

He hadn't even registered he'd been gritting his jagged dentae hard and digging his claws into his plating, which those sharps tips on his digits had drawn energon. "Arghh! Frag!" He shouted, ripping up a piece of dirt and chucking it, getting a drop of satisfaction at the way it splattered on one of the many trees infront of him.

He couldn't believe he was about to do this, just desperation mixed with instincts made you do degrading as slag things, didn't it?

He tilted his helm back and let out a loud, desperate howl. Hopefully the Autobots didn't hear that, considering he was far from their base—which they should be back at by now.

...

...

...

"...Ugh... What a wasteful use of my remaining energon stores..." He mumbled, his finial audials pinning against his helm against his will, his tail wrapping around him tighter. It brought a sense of comfort, like he wasn't as alone as he truly was on this planet.

He was probably the last Decepticon here.