Flight

Terrified, you quake in your boots. Your body is telling you to turn and flee but the creature holds your broken figure firm beyond any protest. At your **** attempt to escape the dog man viciously bites you around the scruff of your neck, causing your to yell out in new pain.

They laugh and chortle as you are slung over their shoulder and hiked miles through the forest. Eventually you pass out from the pain and stress over the creature's shoulder.

You wake up as the first light of dawn is creeping through the forest. Looking around it appears you were carelessly thrown into a pile of other bits of scavenged refuse these creatures must plan on eating! Perhaps they think you can't escape in your current injured state. Certainly they don't consider you a threat. You count every one of them asleep in various piles in your vicinity.