Now there was a trick he had always wanted to learn. The thing the pursued him, with a scent that was part vulpine and part drake, literally appeared in the air before him after a shimmer had passed. With the right equipment he could do it too, of course. After all, that was how he had initially come to this place, so far from the manor where he made home. Without equipment though he could never have done such a thing, and by his scent this thing had done exactly that.<br/><br/>Still the wolf was not about to just lay down and die for the creature. If this thing wanted a meal, as he suspected it did, then he would give it a fight worth remembering, and leaping back the wolf brushed into his coat again, this time on his thigh, where before it had been his chest, and when he spread the stuff that had gotten mixed up in his fur this time, the grass took on a sheen for a moment before returning to normal.<br/><br/>He really didn't expect the thing to step on the grass that had been so touched, though it would have been great if it did. Instead the chemical he had spread was a bit of an sedative, and the real reason he had spread it was to make the thing just a bit more cautious, for if it came at him slow enough, then the wolf would be able to blow what remained on his pad into the thing's face, and he was sure it would be enough to knock it out, if the dragon that had been slumbering nearby was any indication at least.