Ajairu saw, to is delight, the stick woke the young man up. Then, less to his delight, he aimed an arrow at him. Why would he do this? Ajairu didn't know. He jumped back and grabbed the tree branch, swinging on it and landing over to the other tree's branch, then sliding down the tree and jumping forward off the bottom of the tree and landing at the young man's side. He didn't say anything, he just sat there with his head tilted to the side, qustioningly. 

Ajairu didn't react to things quite like other people did. Like a disability, but only he could catch it. It made him so that he mostly didn't understand words, but based on the person talking, he could usually understand what they were trying to tell him or say. He also didn't understand emotions very well, especially anger. He could understand all emotions besides anger, and could only feel the same. Maybe it had something to do with traveling around the world from the age of six with only two katanas, two desert eagles, and a rifle to defend himself... But out of all these little quircks in his 'disability', it made him very trustworthy, like a dog.

Back to the moment, he kept his katanas and rifle sheathed, and kept his guns in his pockets. He would most likely not pull them out, he rarely if ever would harm any sort of human, and he would normally escape if they tried to harm him, because he knew he could. No human he'd ever met could keep up with him when he ran, so he had gotten used to running from people when needed.