Arkain sees where the fox is heading. Towards the edge of the watering hole hoping for clearer running room. Yes, it is more open there and it would be harder to catch him but it also puts him along the edge of the desert. It is very open and being so afraid he just might keep running. He knows is dangerously hot and dry in that area and the fox has had barely any time to recover from the journey finding his way here. He sighs deeply. He may hate foxes he just can't let him go into the desert where he would likely die. The others would never forgive him. Time to turn him. He does a quick burst of speed then crosses in front of him just far enough that you can see bushes move where he just was but you can't see him other then you know he is somewhere in front of you. "Where's your buddy, fox? Leave him behind? How typical for a fox." He does another fast run ahead across your path. "Where are you going so fast anyways? Having trouble finding me, are we? Hmmmm?  How sure are you the way you are going will not send you right to my arms. I could be... RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! His tail shakes some bushes hard not far from in front of you. He is sure that will turn you around.