That's Not A Log

Well, that was all the assurance he needed. Lament leaped forward, a snarl on his maw as the creature continued its pursuit of the couple. His quick stride brought him to the side of the creature, and he leapt forward, swiping a claw across one of its fat paws. The scales were lighter there, but his attack failed to draw blood. Alas. he hoped it was enough to distract it, at least.

“Hey, over here you overgrown lump of seaweed!” he snarled, hoping to gain its attention. To give the wolves a chance to run, or make attacks of their own without its teeth bearing down upon them.