She was scared of him, he could tell. No trousers... just her shirt. She'd been out here for a while. She had gotten little sleep, that was obvious. She'd not had much to eat... she needed to eat soon, or she would die, he could tell.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she ran, which caught him off-guard. A few seconds later he was running after her, following the trail she left in the grass, her scent, the sound of her landing from a jump. He was a proffesional - running from him was not possible. What was going through his mind now was several options he had. If he found her again, then she could make another run for it, and, despite his extensive training and what he'd taught himself, he could not run forever... neither could she. If he found her cornered by humans, then he'd have to take them out. If she tried to fight him, he'd have to try not to kill her. No, her death was the last thing he wanted. She was like him, except with no control. She needed teaching desperately. If it came to it, he might have to end her.<br/><br/>He stopped, she'd stopped running. He found her slumped up against a tree, sound asleep. This was something he did not anticipate. He sighed and looked around, he couldn't smell any humans nearby... this was good. He sighed, and, finally, decided what to do. He kneeled down and put his arms underneath her, trying not to disturb her sleep. He got up, and began his journey back to his pack's current home, carrying her in his arms.