Hoshor Plains stinging nettle

A bellow from a great big beast, with violent steps that made the earth feel as if it shook. He felt his knees grow shaky and loose, the wobble of them collapsing and splaying as he haphazardly tried to relearn his steps. He felt his hear galloping through his chest and his stomach coming to a fall unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. The cover of the grass protected him. He stayed in it, legs curled and neck hidden.

It was then he could see the monster he'd heard, could see him stomp and prance in a way so mighty, Winston knew he was small.

When he spoke, it was a whisper to himself. Fear took over him. "I don't think Mallow is looking for that man.."