There was something off. He could feel it. He couldn't describe it but whenever something bad was about to happen, there was always this certain vibe that he could feel being covered by.<br/>And by God, it was in no way plesent.<br/>He didn't go into full hiding. Not yet at least. He lasted this long without being caught. At least, being caught by somebody who's still alive. He grabbed his only weapon (an extendable knife/staff) and slowly crept to the other side of the tree, facing away from the creek. There was enough space for him to observe what could be coming along the creek. But there was a huge downside. He was inches away from a thick wall of roses. While it increased his odds of not getting ambushed from behind, if he screwed up, it would hurt like hell. So he needed to do this with caution. He was already a person of much want for how long he's been left free and the bloody trail of attempted owners he's injured or killed. And he didn't have much left in him.<br/>But he hid and waited for whatever was coming for him....