He trudges through the forest, his tails dragging behind him like heavy weights. He holds onto the wound of his side, searching for the entrance to his den. He feels the magic seal as he pushes through it, collapsing on the other side. He groans, 'Fuckin' hunters.' He pulls his hand away from the wound and stares down at the red staining his hand. He presses his hand back to his side before passing out, unaware of the slitted eyes watching him from a tree.