Thorns. That's what Dion assumed scrapped past his side as he walked along the brush covered path in his forest. The sun had been bright, shining with a soft warmth that filled his eyes, and the wind carried on it the scent of honeysuckle. The sharp prickle in his side stung, and his hand traced over it softly. His face hardened as he saw the oozing crimson blood stuck to his thick fingers. Humans. Hunters. His mind instantly thought back to his childhood, the carnage he'd seen wrought upon his tribe.

The approaching barking of hounds and laughter of men alerts him of the impending doom, getting ever closer. Thwang. A deep hiss escapes his lips as another arrow pierces his leg. He tries to calm his breathing as he turns, looking over his shoulder to see how close the hunters are to him. His dark hoof catches a root, plummeting him down a hill, further from the danger, but also further from the safety of his home.

"Gods above!" He groans as he collapses, his vision darkening as he begins to fall to his wounds. He can't help as the darkness takes him. Golden light falls around him, the sun had nearly set by the time his brown eyes opened, blinking up at the one who'd saved him. Human. His savior, the one who'd cleaned his wounds, stopped his bleeding- Was Human. Dion glared, not caring if they were his rescuer.

"I can walk. My home is nearby." He said cooly upon hearing this human mumble something about a 'broken leg', and sighed. While he was glad to be alive, he certainly wasn't happy to be in their care. He glanced around the sparkling, dense forest, looking for any lurking trouble. He attempted to stand, cursing as he collapsed once more under his own weight, his leg damaged badly.

"Don't try anything, soft-foot." He continued, frowning as he leaned his back on a tree. His trust was limited, but he wasn't in any condition to try and fight them or anyone else.