(Shrug off his wariness.)

'...eh, it's probably fine...'

Zukka trots the beast down the path, oblivious to the blatant warning signs of a poorly planned ambush that was right down the road.

If Zukka had looked even a little closer, he would have seen two large, burly uruks peeking out from behind a ruined structure, just off to the side of the road, waiting for their chance to rob a passing idiot that either didn't see them coming or just didn't care they were there.

Which was Zukka...?

He continued past the broken down structure, when suddenly he was accosted!

An uruk much larger than he attempted to jump on the back of his beast. The creature became confused for a brief moment, pulling against Zukka’s control and the second uruk that had grabbed its mane and tried to wrestle it to a stop.

A fistful of Zukka’s immaculately braided hair was grabbed, partially pulling it free from its ties and causing his head to jerk backwards painfully.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck-!'