He steps closer, a weapon in hand, an axe to be exact. The other hand is free though, stretched out to touch you gently. "You awake?"

The birds don't even whisper their sweet songs to each other. The wind is silent. It's just you two.

"I can see you're wounded. Does it hurt? Can you hear me?" He speaks slowly, but firmly. Wanting an answer.

It's summer, so the forest is fully green with loads of meadows and flowers and berries all over the place. Which is lucky.. for survival.