⊀ ✺ ⊁ – Holy hell he needed a weapon. Perhaps he could’ve made it, if he were more careful and the beasts here didn’t have the temperaments of a landmine, but despite the futility of the circumstances, he wasn’t quite in the mood to die just yet.

Parting thickets and shrubs just to clear his way, Slaine only barely escaped slamming into another person; throwing himself aside and to the ground, he caught the other’s eyes, and though his demeanor didn’t exude trustability, Slaine wasn’t in the position to be picky.

He’d either be harmed by this man, helped, or--eaten. Pretty bleak options.