Let him help you

"All right, fine--get me down," you say, watching him warily as he examines the fine wire and follows it back into the bushes.

"Found the end of it," he calls and you feel a tug on the wire, the sharp metal biting deeper into your flesh before finally releasing you. You pull your arm free and take a close look at the slices in your skin. No damage to the veins, but the wire cut nearly to the bone in places. Not hard to do, considering how thin you are, but still.

"Oh, that looks bad," the human says, stepping up beside you. You hiss and back away from him. "Take it easy, I won't hurt you," he says. "In fact, if you'll come with me, I know someone who can heal those cuts for you."

"It's not that bad," you say, licking your wounds, the hot, coppery taste of blood filling your mouth. The pain is nearly sickening, but you're tough. You don't need anyone's help, especially not from a human.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "It won't take long, and I won't ask anything of you in return. I can give you some food, too. I'm guessing you must be hungry, if you were willing to grab a random hunk of meat in the woods."

Your stomach growls and you glance from the human to the deer haunch. You could take it and run away. It might be safer than accepting this stranger's offer.