Overture Downs I smell your fear, I smell your fear

Reeling backwards after grappling with the man, his ear poured blood, maw covered in oozing nicks and a grim chunk was removed from his cheek at some point. 
The pain was starting to overwhelm his senses so, naturally, with an anguished yowl he turned and started to flee again, his face burned in protest as his maw hung agape to try and process enough oxygen. 

He did not stop running this time, even if he were pursued. His tail was tucked between his legs, head hung low, a streak of lightning. He ran until he left the trees and ran towards the mountains. There would be safer. 
For now.