The Sentinels the giants are sleeping

Embry was examining a particularly desolate alder when he noticed the sound of pawsteps nearby. He shook the premonition of forest spirits away and concluded that if any animal was lurking in this here forest, it was he and he alone. 

Thus, you can imagine his surprise when, out of the blue, a giant cat came streaking its claws across his flank. Yowling in the sheer shock and terror of the assault, Embry reeled backwards; struggling to gain leverage as he hastily scrambled to safety. The adrenaline kept what pain he might have felt secluded within the vestiges of his shot nerves, by which he felt nothing but the cool flow of liquid from lacerations across his shoulder.

Snarling, he bat a paw in a futile attempt to somewhat ward the wildcat off whilst he bounded out of reach.