Neverwinter Forest love the adrenaline in my veins

Dark ears tilted back, suddenly catching the sound of something or someone moving towards him. The young male did not dare to look back, not yet, not until the fiendish snarl echoed out from somewhere close behind him. Draven's head snapped back, catching glimpse of the dark figure just as it snapped at his limbs. 

He whined, black fur bristling as their fangs pinched his left ankle.

Stumbling slightly to one side as he instinctively yanked his bloodied limb away from harm, Draven's tail curled beneath him and his back arched, as he tried to make himself as small as possible in an attempt to avoid another strike from the pack's guardian. The male's pace quickened, ignoring the pain for now, as he pushed his muscles to their limit as he attempted to make his escape from the forest.