He went completely stock still, stiff. As he blearily watched the man walk over and tower over him and growling, a growl left the back of his throat. Weak, but still conveying â€˜stay away.â€™ He flinched back when he reached for him, but was in no condition to fight back. He was conflicted, he was being torn in two directions - run or stay. Running was winning.<br/><br/>He felt fear immediately, this man was an Alpha compared to him. All these years of straying far away enough to not hear an order from an Alpha, and this one shack breaks it all. He really wanted to run now, but he didnâ€™t move an inch when the man lifted him from the floor and put him in the chair.<br/><br/>This man broke all of his rules that he had set. Being alone, no help, no food, no water, no rest, no bed, no free healing, no healing, no free anything, no nothing. His rules boiled down to one thing - have nor want anything because you wonâ€™t get it even if you wish to Mother Moon.<br/><br/>His eyes snapped to the bowl of beef as the plastic was taken off, he most likely looked feral like the wolf he is. His stomach growled loudly, reverberating through the shack. He didnâ€™t care if it was reheated or cooked. It was food.<br/><br/>He tore his eyes away from the microwave to look at the man, he stayed silent for a minute then opened his mouth only to close it again. He looked away from the man, he didnâ€™t remember how to say anything but â€œNoâ€, â€œStay awayâ€, â€œLeave me aloneâ€, â€œDonâ€™t come closerâ€, and â€œIt hurtsâ€. Except, those words were lost to him last year. He hadnâ€™t spoken to anyone a year and a half, even to barter. He didnâ€™t go into towns, so he had no reason to barter. He hadnâ€™t said anything to those chasing him in a year. They never got close since then.<br/><br/>He stared at the microwave, unsure, afraid, hungry, out of his element, and safe. He didnâ€™t know why he felt safe, but he did. He never looked away from the microwave after that.