Kirishima screamed when he was dropped and got extremely dizzy when he hit his head on the ground. He groaned and sat up slowly, brushing the sticks and rocks from his hair, rubbing at the growing bump. After a moment to realize what was going on again, he scrambled back and shied away at the base of the tree, cowering among the roots. He trembled as he thought of his scales and wings being plucked away from him and sold, curling in on himself,
“D-Don't....p-please I-I don’t know where I am…”
he spoke quickly and put a hand to his chest, trying to calm himself. His wings were ripped and had large gashes which still freshly bled. He pulled the more injured of the two in front of himself then the panic rose again as the baying of hunting dogs and the heavy thuds of footsteps came closer, heading their way.