Oh fuck, a person. He whimpered and tried to get up, but there was a sizable piece of wood sank deep into his back thigh. His ears were down, but he didn't growl or exhibit any act of aggression. He was bleeding pretty good. Stupid log. He'd have kicked it hard if he'd been a human being. It was dark and muddy and gross. He tried not to reach back to try to dig the offending piece of wood out of his back half. Ow ow ow ow ow. He was trembling in pain and whining.
He hated the sound of his whining to his own ears. He sounded stupid and pathetic. He didn't like feeling that way. The area was boggy from Tony's earlier magical temper tantrum.