"oh, this?" The pinto shot a gaze at what he could view of his neck. Giving his head a shake, he tossed his mane so it would rest on the other side of his neck, revealing the long, deep scar running down the majority of the length of the side of his neck. A few hairs from his mane were stuck to the bleeding injury, cakes down by the sticky blood. "Humans." He muttered ths single word as an explination, turning his head to allow the curious foal and the mare to see the full extent of the wound.