Run for the jungle.

Though the creature is most certainly beautiful, its still a mythological creature, who has already proven its strength is greater than yours. You stand up, she slides back as you bolt for the jungle.

The canopy covers daylight, the ground is covered in tangled weeds and ferns. Your run deeper, almost tripping here and there as you try to jump over roots and dodge low limbs. Soon you stop only to realize, your lost. You could go back the way you came, go east or west, but from the north you hear rustling as if is coming your way.