Bearclaw Valley By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

The distinct look of anger that overtook the demon sent hot, potent fear racing through his blood; Fraser pinned his ears as well, but in cowardice, not rage. His eyes were wide and watery in question—a question that was answered when his adversary lunged once more, having sent a call to the wind.

This time, he needed to run.

Without another thought, he wheeled, skidding in his haste to flee. His legs were long and able and would hopefully be able to carry him far, far from this place. To. . .to home? Should he have the sense of direction. . .

Fraser's breath came in hard, fast pants. He barely saw the road ahead.

You can decide whether or not Merrick catches him & attacks again! All damage except for death is fine.