Wapun Meadow The path ahead

Surma does not get far in his attempt to flee. The brute is surprisingly quick to bite at his back and force him to the ground. He doesn’t have much to keep him upright that his legs crumble beneath him. At first, he pulls his legs in and tucks away his neck while he takes a second or two to assess what is happening above him. Nothing more than threats come his way but the proximity is enough to turn his stomach into knots and threatened to spill whatever is left inside.
 
Before the other gets a chance to bite at him again, he catches a glimpse of bright red—muscle exposed in his left shoulder—and he reacts quickly. Surma latches on just below and tears at the muzzle there, torn between staying tucked into himself to avoid serious injury and putting his full strength behind the bite. For the moment, he does what damage he can in such a position beneath him, using a little leverage to push and tear the skin and muscle around his leg.