The zipper, when it moved, was very strange. It sounded odd, a noise he couldn't place. The fabric was odd, so tightly wound with itself that he didn't know how it was made. Fintan wriggled in a bit more, looking at a red bag and pushing it open, bringing something out. It looked like a shirt, just not his kind of shirt. Nothing of what he wore, not even similar to what he wore. What was it? And the pants were so heavy. And the things with long ties, there were two.

He froze when he heard something shift behind him. Feeling his throat tighten, Fintan backed out, feeling his antlers catch on something. He flailed, shaking his head free of the fabric and throwing himself back. The human was up and staring straight at him, possibly as confused as him, but Fintan's mind was frantic, it didn't register the look. He shifted and got onto his feet, fleeing the scene and its sharp, ugly, bright light and the strange things and the human that looked like he was about to jump on Fintan's back.