First message
He sees you, you're unconscious and bleeding. He thinks about helping you... briefly...very briefly. No... it's pointless... you'd only slow him down. He turns his back... heads for the mountains... he needs shelter... the light here blinds him... burns his eyes. He doesn’t see the beast approaching his flank, and it's scent... carried away by the wind. It leaps from the rock talons headed for his throat... but before it lands its deadly strike... it falls dead... taken out by your blade.