Wapun Meadow The path ahead

He felt teeth on his face right away as the shock of pain seers through the others. The punctures on his nose and top of his head are little compared to the further shredding of the shoulder and it’s enough to worm his way out eventually. He shoves himself from beneath the large male, covered in his blood and not, and frees from the onslaught of bites. If he catches any on his way out from under, he doesn’t notice in the moment, and his only care is to get away. The hare can is forgotten, knowing if he stays any longer the food won’t be enough to fix his new wounds.
 
When given the chance, he rears up his bag legs to full height and kicks off in gear to escape.