Blessed holy Circe that was starting to sound like hooves! He was looking for hooves, yes and drew his wand immediately. Didn't matter what large plans this thing had for escaping. The Scottsman was immobilising him and hauling him right back to the creature holding area with the others.

"Now now, there's no need t' be gettin' flustered. 'm riskin' my own hide tryin' t' save ye." The man said carefully as he took aim. The fact it reared back on its hind legs in resistance bothered him VERY LITTLE. "Listen here ye bloody thing. Today's no' th' day I die in some dark forres' jus' because ye don' like th' food Javy's been feedin' ye so I recommend ye calm yer hooves an' don' make this anymore difficult than i' already has t' be--"

What was that?

The man spun quickly at the rustling sound coming up behind him. Was it behind? To the side? The direction Henry was coming from??

bsdiyfdrgfiysregftiseatr!!!

"Wha' did ye DO???" He must have brought something along with him. By now his breathing had increased ten fold and the man could suddenly remember everything he wanted to do this morning when he woke up. Funny, chasing hippogriffs was not one of them. Now his diminishing ability for rational thought argued it could have been Thompson and the others but they had mouths and would have been calling. It must have been whatever was at his hut. Not so far gone in his maddening spiral, the man refrained from jumping forward to grab the Hippogriff but he was now giving him desperate looks. "Come on ye stupid thing! Don' ye wan' t' live???? Move it! Shoo! Shoo this way!!" This was just his luck. He expected a large increase after this was all over. Emotional damage was a real thing.