A low rumbling growl stirred in his throat as he shifted, placing his injured paw to the ground, ignoring the slight stab of pain. A long sleek head poked out of the ferns. The creature bared its formidable teeth, black lips pulling back to revealing rows of sharp teeth made for tearing, its baleful yellow eyes narrowing but made no move to attack.<br/><br/>He hissed at it, bearing his own formidable teeth in response. What were they waiting for? An invitation? He was in no position to fight off an entire pack of the wretched beats with one broken wing. If he could just get past them then he could scarble up a tree and to the safety of the higher branches. With tier small claws and hand'like paws made for manipulating objects, they couldn't climb the rough trunks very well.<br/><br/>He stiffens, dorsal plates lifting as the sleek six-legged beasts spring from the undergrowth, mouths open. Forgetting about the human for the moment he concentrates on the little predators, while smaller he knew from experience they always attacked in numbers. Rearing up he lashes out with one large cat-like paw neatly severing the head of the nearest creature while another lept onto his flank and bit down on the injured wing.  Hissing in pain he drops back down to all four, long neck craning he snaps at the beast before turning his attention to the rest. If he allowed the one clinging to his side to distract him, the others would swarm him and drag him down.<br/><br/>With a sweep of his tail he sends two flying, likely with crushed ribs and broken bones.