He had been shot.

Alastor could hear the dogs barking, stupid mutts....

He knew he wouldn't make it all the way out the forest, but there was someone in the forest he could seek help from.

When he got closer, he finally passed out. But as the ringing in his ears slowly started rolling in, he could hear the sounds of footsteps approaching him.

When he woke, he was in a cottage in a bed. His wounds had been patched with bandages around his top torso.

He could hear humming from downstairs in the kitchen downstairs. So he came downstairs and looked, stumbling as he came down, buttoning his shirt