Christian lay curled against a small tree, legs tucked to his chest, half asleep with his head resting on his knees. Blood loss and sheer exhaustion. He was an awful mess as well. The tiny little thing was bloody nearly head to toe, with bruises on his wrists and ankles, claw and bite marks over a good portion of his form. Most of the open wounds were self-inflicted. It didn't help that he was lacking clothing, dirt getting in the wounds, and shivering as the sun set.