Fintan heard himself yelp when he was manhandled, trying and failing to get away again. This human was too strong for his thin body, built for speed and flight and escape, to wrench away from. He twisted his head, trying to get the probing hand away from his sensitive antlers, his even more sensitive ears. He gasped and shook his head hard to make the human stop pulling his ear. "Ow, stop! Please... Lemme go... Go back, I'm not gonna come back, I wanna go home..." He mewled again, delving into more of a pitiful, quiet sobbing. He wanted his apples and berries back, wanted to take them home and hide under the blankets in front of the fire and forget that painfully bright light in the tree and the weird domes of fabric that seemed to hold their shape on their own and the weird pair of thick fabric with the ties. And this human that didn't seem to care that he was hurting Fintan.