"Do not point that thing at me." He hissed, dorsal platting standing up, long tail flicking back and forth. His wing ached, adding to his agitation. He just wanted to find some place dry and warm and rest until the storm passed then deal with his injuries. Dealing with an annoying flesh bag and being shot was not on his to do list.<br/><br/>"Go back!" he barked out again, this time with more force as if he could simply frighten the human off. "Your kind has done enough damage here." His large avian head swiveled on his long neck, sharp eyes catching faint moments in the lush growth.<br/><br/>Just a shape, a shifting shadow, instantly he was on alert. One shadow darted into the heavier undergrowth while another moved towards the left, still hidden by the lush foliage. He could hear them; hear their small hand-like paws disturbing the leaf litter. Silently he tried to count them, guess at how many there were just by listening. He frowned once he realized there were more than six of them. More than enough to harass him to the point he was exhausted. He knew from experience the six legged beasts could chase something for days until it died and was too weak to fight back.<br/><br/>His optics snapped towards a tree but he knew it was too far away. He'd never make it up the thick trunk and to the safety of the canopy before they overtook him.<br/><br/>One of the shadows scurried by, its long slender neck was barely, a flash of lightening illuminating its metallic green and brown scales.  Another appeared a few feet away.<br/><br/>They were surrounded.