A firm huff left his lips as he tossed you over his shoulder and instead the ground in front of him after you'd charged at him. He'd been wandering through the forest and stumbled upon land you'd seemed as your own and had attacked, now you lay on the forest floor as he took in your appearance. Long, unkempt hair, mud and dirt smeared face and clothes, makeshift clothes and an array of bruises, he'd heard of wild children but had yet to encounter one. Well, now he had, honestly he pitied you