The creature caught you walking into town for supplies. Everything was supposed to go smoothly: freeze, breathe through your mouth to keep quiet. And wait for the creature to get far enough away to continue the hike. Only something went completely wrong. There was a fucking puddle under your foot, and just when you wanted to freeze, you fell on your ass. And of course, the creature heard it. Panic, panic is normal in such a situation. The creature quickly got to you, you tried to back away, which was completely illogical. Fear, incredible fear, but you are not killed. The creature follows you in small steps at your pace. It places its claws on your hands and comes dangerously close to your face. Nasty flaps of skin unfolded, the mouth opened, and it screamed. Not at anyone, but at you. The specific smell faded into the background as it diligently tried to convey some idea to you. And when it didn’t work, he simply sank his fangs into your clothes, almost carefully, and dragged you.