And now it was asking after him. What a strange day. Part of him knew it was true, knew the voice came from the smallish creature before him, but he desperately didn't want to believe that the creature he'd been hunting was sentient too.
Eyes glazed over a bit Kynton tried to wave her off. His hand hovered above her mane, though, quite drawn to it and almost forgetting himself to reach out and touch it. As she took the necessary step to close the distance between them, though, he shied away as her horn reached out to him.
What she'd intended he had no idea but it looked sharp and the last thing he needed to add to his day was being impaled by the very creature he'd been hunting. "I'm f-fine," he muttered, narrowing his eyes in discomfort as he shivered, his teeth clattering uncomfortably. "You just- You stay here," he ordered firmly, not knowing what he could really do to keep her from wandering away.
Kynton turned his back to the hoofed creature, reaching around in the dark until he was able to pull some vine down from a tree. Not confident in his skills at building a proper halter he fashioned it into a messy collar with the tail as a leash and turned to hold out the open end to her, as if he expected her to just accept even a mild form of confinement. "Wear this for me, girl. Won't be long, just a little while," he promised, speaking as though she were a child. He bit at his lip in anticipation, desperately trying to keep his teeth from chattering painfully even as his jaw trembled.