At the mention of there being another human he jerked his head up, a low growl stirring in his chest as his eyes come to rest on the haggard looking organics. How many human were there? He huffed in irritation then hissed at them, lips pulling back to reveal sharp teeth. He huffed again when the male flesh bag pointed a weapon at him and declared they were going to leave. As if he was going to prevent the fleshbags from leaving. The sooner the better far as he was concerned. "Then leave flesh bags." he hissed out, uncaring if they were injured or not. Far as he was concerned they had done nothing to assist him and had hidden away like cowards.<br/><br/>He owed them nothing.<br/><br/>He turned and walked up to a thick vine winding its way around one of the smaller trees, its small but sharp thorns glistening with rain. His long dextrous tongue easily bypassed the short prickly thorns on the main vine and plucked the large soft leaves. He returned to Brandon and deposited the soft leaves at his feet so he could use them as a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding so he wouldn't attract more predators.<br/><br/>"Very well....Brandon..." the words felt thick and heavy on his tongue. Foreign. "We need to find shelter for the night. The storm is only going to get worse." he needed to find a down fall or hollow in a tree that could be lined with leaves so it would remain dry. He wasn't going to be able to climb a tree to get to the sheltering canopy with the broken wing dragging him down and risk bumping the injured limb against branches further damaging it.