[SierraHigh]

Looking back now, it definitely wasn't the best idea to go fleeing from his owner in the condition he was in. Oliver had been able to keep up at an awkward speed walking pace, but even then he'd quickly lost breath and any endurance he might've had before he'd been used a breeder had long gone out the window. He should've waited until after he was back in shape again, in shape enough to at least run. Oliver had lost sight of the other humans in his slave group running through the woods and he cursed bitterly under his breath, gasping for air and straightening his stance with slight difficulty. His back hurt and his hips were sore from the weight of his filled abdomen. The young growing inside him had gotten more restless, almost to the point that he was unable to get a decent night of sleep. It was too much of a strain to be burdened with, and tacking on attempting to run? This day couldn't get any worse.

Oliver hasn't been aware of the group of aliens nearby, so when one approached him his heart raced, thinking this alien was somehow connected with his owner. Had they found out they'd run off already? "What?" he asked incredulously, still struggling to get his breath. "I'm... I've gotta get by. I was sent out on a task for delivery..." It wasn't the best excuse or lie in the world, especially with how pregnant he was, but maybe it'd allow him by.