Haunted Wood Break me down, you’ve got a lovely face

He feels her teeth crunching into him and he snarls and kicks like a wild animal caught in a hunter’s trap. Reverting straight into survival mode he’d do just about anything to escape. 

It seems his struggling bears fruit. She’s stumbling back and he feels her teeth slide from his flesh at the motion. He does the same, tumbling over his own large paws and finally catching his footing. His eyes snap to her blood soaked pelt and bared teeth. He doesn’t know if she’s being merciful and sparing him or if he actually just kicked her that hard. Somehow he bets it’s the first option. 

He doesn’t question it. He snarls and coughs wetly, more blood blooming on his tongue from his ruined throat and face. He runs. Runs, runs, runs. He’s feeling light headed and the intense pumping of his heart pushing his blood through his body faster. He keeps bleeding and bleeding. He swears he might die, but he keeps moving. He got lucky this time.