He fought.

With every once of strength in his body he struggled against the humans, his nails drawing red blood that could barely be seen in the dark against their olive skin. Their flesh parted so easily beneath nail and fang but they were relentless in their pursuit of him. They dragged him down when he tried to escape into the trees, their silver spears slicing his own pale flesh when he stumbled and they managed to close the distance.

It was hopeless. He knew that, had known it all along yet he fought on. He was stronger and faster than the humans that pursued him. His senses were superior and he possessed natural weapons that they did not. Their teeth were dull and small, not like his sharp canines. Their nails were weak and brittle while his were long and sharp.

Yet for every human he pushed back there was another to take its place.

He would find no escape, for where could a creature such as he hide?