I Swear I'm Not a Monster

He didn't know where he was. Didn't know how he got here. All he knew was one minute he was out hunting in the northern woods, and the next...he was here. This was definitely nowhere near where he last remembered...he had a fierce headache though, and as he stumbled to his feet, he winced at the pain. "What the fuck..." His chest and forelegs felt warm and sticky. The strong scent of blood heavy in the air. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before he opened them again, trying to figure out what happened and why he was covered in blood. He tried to get his bearings, but with it being night time and foggy, he had no clue where he was. "Where did you bring me you bastard?" He whispered to himself.

He stumbled along, head pounding and making him feel disoriented. "Guys...are you around?" His companions were...well...he wasn't sure. Definitely not with him. "Fuck..." Well...the only thing he could think to do right now was find a spot to sleep and wait till morning. But he didn't want to sleep covered in blood. So instead, he walked along in search of some water, but as he looked for that, he ended up stepping on something that made an audible snap and scared a bird or something. Not only that, but a moment later someone spoke, asking who was there. Relieved to know he wasn't out here alone, he sought out the owner of the voice until he emerged from the trees and found a smaller woman. "Hey! I didn't mean to spook you. Do you know where I am?"