Bruce was bleeding from his hind leg, as he limped through the forest. He grimaced every time he took a step, he stopped when he found a house in the woods he knew it was that same human from last night he never forget a scent like that. Slowly he stepped out from his hiding spot in the humans sight he was taking a chance by doing this, he looked back he heard the police voices fade good they had followed the false trail. Blood was pooling around his hind leg as he stood there.