Sunspire Mountains Raise me up

Her quick approach pulled his upper lip in warning, a flash of instinct showing her his fangs. But his aggression was soon dissolved by the high note of concern in the woman's voice, and Leatherface's eyes darted to his hip. Rivets of blood began to mat the fiery fur, dribbling down the length on his leg to drizzle upon the earth below. He blinked stupidly at it, having not realized he'd been injured until she had called attention to it.

Hopping back he released the goat, swiping at the blood that now painted his muzzle. Tentatively he reached to inspect the wound with his nose but hesitated; a hot wave of pain hitting him. A tremor of silence followed as he shut his eyes to block it out, and a moment later he had lowered his muzzle to attempt the lift the goat by the throat once more.