Snowforest Taiga Right Sarah Lynn? ...Sarah Lynn?

It is hard not to hear the sound behind him but at first he thinks nothing of it. One floppy ear swivels back but it is nothing compared to a wolf, so when he does hear the distinct crunch underfoot and a large creature after him, he swings his head back in surprise. Eyes widen dramatically and he picks himself up off the guard. On a good day, he doesn’t have the speed to get away, and certainly weakened by starvation and infection in his shoulder, but he tries anyway. Whatever instinct he has left, he’ll use, and he starts to run.
 
Of course, he doesn’t get very far. It isn’t very fast—never really was—and the best of the woman, teeth of her mouth, all come down upon him at once. His head jerks back and he yelps hoarsely, feeling his legs crumble beneath him and hit the ground hard.