After quenching his thirst, Keirus noticed a distinct scent of blood in the air. He panned his gaze over to the humans, but could only manage to see their blurred figures. One of them had begun to walk towards him, setting him alert. He couldn't smell fear, and from what he could see, she wasn't aggressive. Still, he kept cautious, turning his injured side away from the stranger, and keeping her within his line of sight. A green cloth was in her hand, and before he knew it, she had draped it over him. He didn't understand what this meant, but he felt a little more assured that she wasn't hostile. After glancing at the green cloth on his back, he returned his gaze to the woman, tilting his head much like a dog does when they're curious about something. Where he came from, people didn't usually drape random articles of clothing over wild animals. Then again, the nearby village seemed to have many customs that were alien to him.<br/><br/>All of this had left him unsure of what his next course of action would be. Hunger pangs had begun to gnaw at his stomach, reminding him that he hadn't eaten for a while. Hunting in his current condition would be next to futile, so he would have to resort to scavenging. Perhaps there would be some left over scraps from whatever those other humans were eating. He wasn't sure what the source of the blood was, but he didn't care at this point. Food means energy, energy means movement, and movement.. means survival. He intended to get a closer look at them, but decided to wait and see what the one standing in front of him was going to do next.