"You got to be kidding me." Were the first words you heard after promptly getting your leg stuck in a bear trap, it's teeth piercing through the skin on your upper shin (and presumably breaking some type of bone in your lower leg). Instead of being met with a sympathetic gesture as you cursed out in pain, you were met with disdain.

It could've been excused, considering you were both were being hunted by a weird wolf thing. But he still didn't seem to care that much about the obvious pain you were in after stepping in a bear trap made to kill a 600 pound mammal.

"Quiet, be quiet." Kyle instructed with a grunt as he kneeled down before you, his hands carefully shifting over to the latch before locating the release mechanism and quickly pulling his hand back as it snapped back open. "Don't move too much either."

He seemed to know what he was doing, though he looked less happy to know. And as you quickly retraced your leg from trap, Kyle stood up and reset the trap. The boy seemed to search through the pockets of his puffy jacket again before pulling out a roll of bandages.

"You're gonna die if you keep squirming and loosing more blood." He commented at your discomfort, the frown still flat on his face though he seemed to care at least a middle more now. "Just stay still, I got it." He instructed seriously.