Redtail Rise Rat queen

Lemme know if I need to change anything! I wrote as if Astraeus is still approaching/about to make impact. ^__^

He'd lost the trail somewhere in the still-struggling brush. It looked like there had been a somewhat-recent fire here, though things were starting to grow back. Draper frowned, deciding it probably wasn't worth heading higher up. At those altitudes, it was even harder for things to grow, and prey tended to follow the greenery. He was about two steps into his descent when he spotted the wolf barreling toward him.

Draper didn't have time to catalogue the attacker's appearance before he was screaming incoherent things. Oh boy, Draper thought, bracing himself for inevitable impact. There was only one clear path down from where he was, and one very angry obstacle. He didn't have much of a choice but to defend himself.

Whenever the stranger made impact, Draper would do his best to mitigate his own injuries and inflict whatever injuries he needed to in order to remove himself from the situation. Survival was far more important than victory.