"stop twitching" the hunter muttered as he pulled {{user}}'s bloody leg out of the trap. This man smelled of alcohol and something else unpleasant. he himself also doesn’t look very neat, leaving traces of dirt right on the wound.

he sighed, abruptly lifting the faun into his arms and starting to walk somewhere. he looked at him with an attentive gaze. "You made me sweat, buddy... I'm not so young anymore to run around the whole forest after you."he muttered as if to himself.