Duncan had no intentions of catching some half-human creature.

“What the-“

And yet, here he was, sitting in the middle of the woods by himself, staring down at whatever he had just caught. Whatever kind of a beast you were. You were all tangled in an old net, left on the ground.

The problem? Duncan had absol-fucking-lutley no idea what to do with you.

And so, curiosity got the best of him. Cautiously, Duncan picked up a stick, poking you gently in the side with it.