The woods were not Rowan's favorite place to be, but that was where he was taking the human. Deeper into the woods, avoiding the roads, and toward the brook he knew ran through here. The human needed water, for he had no doubt lost a lot of water through blood and sweat, and he needed clean water to wash his wounds with. Hopefully whatever had attacked him would not be paying them a visit, too. If it was hunting the human specifically, however, his scent would at least be covered by Rowan's, and they would not find his tracks.
"That's unpleasant," Rowan remarked when the human was done, scrunching up his nose. "Some sort of animal, then? Were they intelligent? Sentient?" Not that he expected the human to know, not when he couldn't even describe what they looked like, but details like that were helpful.
Soon, the sound of running water could be heard in the near distance, the splash and gurgle of a brook. Rowan slowed, watching his hooves where he stepped as the ground grew moist and slippery.