It had been 8 weeks since his run in with the people at the prison. There was no way he was going to stay there, not with those people. In the time frame of two months Atlas has been on the road, he visited his old camp twice but only stayed for a day or two. His ankle was int he finale stages of healing after being bitten by that other wolf. There'd be some scarring but it's better then losing the foot, and during this day and age it'd be impossible to go without getting a few scars. Right now Atlas was on the hunt, he was running low on food at the moment so every place he came by he picked cleaned...if there was anything left. Atlas sighed and stopped by a tree, he took a look around to see if he was safe. As far as he could see no one and nothing was around to harm him. He sat down under the tree to take a short break. Pulling a water bottle out of his bag he opened and started to drink some of it. He was running low on water, but water wasn't as hard to come by as food was.