*The flash of bodies and the sound of a one sided-struggle caused him to freeze in his tracks and still his breathing. He was downwind so he was probably still safe for the moment. He edged closer while the sound of conflict covered his approach. Marcus peered in between some undergrowth, crouching. He couldn't tell exactly who or what was involved in the thrashing gray fur. All he knew was it looked hostile. So he slowly stood and, forgetting his original purpose for coming this way, walked a bit before slipping into a full sprint, his adrenaline yet again taking charge. He ran as hard as he could, taking little heed to the fact he was just getting more lost.*