Mount Apikuni Just got into town

At a certain point Mal had stopped listening to himself talk. It was like hearing someone else do it. Just tell him to come home. We're worried. A sigh. The ridge you're on is the easiest path to walk though -- I'll be out of your way that much faster. 

So as he started to walk by, Mal's friendly countenance didn't change -- there was no warning before he lashed out at the white man's face. Bloody gouges were left behind as he tried to pull away, jaws shut, prize of flesh between them. It was not an aimed attack, but it would bleed heavily and was a nice big sign that this guy was no angel for whoever he crossed paths with next. But Mal was also no fool, he wasn't gonna stick around.

For his troubles, teeth tore at his shoulder as he turned to run. Mal twisted back to deliver another bite to convince the man to free him. Mal had gotten the initial better attack -- and partially blinded by blood, the hold on his shoulder wasn't particularly good. Mal's fangs clipped through fur again, raking into the thin layer of flesh on the man's face. His own snarl, and he was let free, but the spotted man wasn't gonna linger. He ran, and didn't stop. Now he knew where to find this monster later.