He waited until she had gone to try getting up and when he did he found it near impossible to pull himself up. A sharp stabbing radiated through his back and the hunger that he had felt for days made it feel like his stomach was fighting against him or perhaps eating itself, it probably was.
Having pushed through the agony he leaned against the nearest tree, the cold metal soothing the burning pain in his bare back. The forest was deadly silent and he couldn't even see a wurgle hanging round. He was glad for that though, the last time he had seen one the critter had tried to bite him. The only sounds he could hear were his own panting and his heart beat, both erratic and panicked. The only thing he could see was miles and miles of endless iron and silver and gold, a million shades of heartless grey and brassy copper.
His stomach growled and the punch forced him to bend over. He couldn't even remember the last time that he had eaten anything other than scraps and it had been days since he'd managed to find anything to eat at all. He hadn't wanted much from the girl just a morsel and he would have been happy, well relatively anyway. But she left him, stranded; she had kicked him down and just left him to die. He understood why she wouldn't like him, his kind weren't wanted anywhere, a few rogue "wolves" had given the whole group a bad reputation and now that he was out on the streets he saw the effect it had had. Everyone gave him dirty looks and even little girls would kick him down rather than save him from starvation.
He started to walk following the same path the girl had taken, he figured that at least that way, he might find a town and perhaps a good dumpster.