Stavanger Bay Really bad eggs.

He hadn’t gotten more than a face-full of paw pad before he barreled into her, running her over as though she were roadkill. However roadkill was ran over and left- he stayed atop her after quite literally yanking her extended hind back and dragging her toward tormentuous jaws. Her heart beat frantically, the bird looking into the jaws of of a voracious snake. It was clear he had poison to inject before he finished her off. Her right flank stung, and her breathing was labored, hot, and coming out in a way that was harsh upon those who heard. After he had dragged her, something had infact pained her chest, and a slight dribble of blood mixed with saliva, turning a clear insight to something within her being damaged. 

Jaws open, panting for her life, she turned an exhausted face up to the monologuing beast, and took a deep inhale-

then proceeded to hack bloody spit at the devil. The second she witnessed him turn to avoid another thing being launched at his sight, she threw herself back upon her fours.

‘If I am to perish,’ she though darkly. 

‘Then it will be where I had first encountered the rightful ruler of this cursed place.’

And atop the plateau she aimed to be.