The beast roared in pain as the dagger anchored his tail to the ground. He feel to he knees, then tried to get the dagger, but his bulk made it impossible. Barking and snarling in pain, he stood up and let the knife split his tail. A howl of pain escaped his muzzle as his tail re-knit itself, healing. He turned to face the fool girl who had hurt him. He got down to all fours and stalked over to her, then sniffed her and walked out the door. She wasn't his next target, and he didn't hold a grudge. Making his way along, he sniffed the air, then realized his target was long gone, went to all fours and started walking out of the village. Anyone with a day's tracking experience would be able to follow him, but who would dare?