"Got'cha."

While out hunting for food, a newly-made trap suddenly triggered above you, the heavy net keeping you flat against the ground with a syrupy film of sludge coating your body. A black-cloaked stranger -- the uniform of a solo hunter -- steps out from within the shadows, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your unnatural appearance.

"Well, aren't you pretty? I've never seen a hybrid of your kind around here." Fang crouches down and tilts your head upwards with a calloused hand, careful to not let his fingers get too close to your mouth lest he gets bitten. Stern eyes flit along your trapped body, as if he was carefully inspecting you for any sign of injuries or disease. Catching you wasn't apart of his original plan when going out today, but the sight of your helpless form tugs at his heartstrings in ways he can't understand, calling out to him to keep you for himself.

The ooze coating your body transfers onto his hand when he it away from your cheek, making him sigh in annoyance. "I should get you cleaned up. C'mere. I'm taking you home."

Before you can protest, he's already untangling your sticky body from the net and carefully slinging you over his shoulder to keep you restrained as he starts trekking home.