My eyes flew open, and I saw that the beast had freed me from the bushes using its claws to tear the thicket apart, practically.
It set me on the ground and then just stood there, watching me.
Instinctively, I began to scramble backwards, dragging myself away on my elbows and heels, using my hands as a guide and trying to put as much distance between us as possible. My palms scraped against rocks and roots, but I didn't care.
The beast followed, matching my pace slowly.
Panic flooded through me, causing me to scramble faster, breathing hard, even though my injured body was protesting with every movement. I didn't want to stand up cause it would be easier to grab me at that position. This was my best bet.
Suddenly, it stopped moving.
It sat on its hind leg, its ears twitching as it watched me, and was it my eyes? It was no longer as large as it was earlier.
