Emma had just heard the noise of the stampede, she glanced around for a place of protection when out of the woods, a man creature shape was upon her and pushed her with all it might, sending her flying to the side.  Landing on her back, the breath was knocked out of her, so her breathing was more like gasps as she tried to fill her lungs.  The sound of the boars passing by drummed in her ears as some barely missing her legs trying to shove their way towards the lead.  Somewhere in the turmoil, she heard someone using very strong language, so she knew the form had to be human, and the sound of his voice said, it was a man.  "A man...out here?" She thought to herself.   Emma had come here often in the last year, and never once encountered another human being.<br/><br/>Once the dust had settled, Emma stood up and brushed the dust from her clothing and retrieved her basket, all the time looking at the man on the other side of the path.  She saw bleeding from his leg, and his arm did not look right.  Slowly, she walked back onto the path, getting near him, but not to close, she asked.  "Are you alright, Sir?"  Looking at his leg, she offered, "I can dress that if you like."    The man looked as thought he could be big and frightful.  And if he were not injuries she would probably have run away.  But he was hurt, cut and in some ways very vulnerable at the moment.  She doubted he could catch her in his present condition.   "There is a spring a few yards that way"  She said pointing behind her,  "And healing herbs if you are willing to trust me to help."