Tail whip, struggle

Bronze hadn't realized he'd crossed into a predator's orbit until he was pretty sure it was too late. A rain shower had just started and the damp air made it hard to get his bearings as he ventured through the woods. A heavy fog had drifted in and clung tightly to the forest floor as it began to drizzle, and he kept his nose low to the ground as he trudged on. The redwood trees helped keep the bulk of the rain from reaching the forest floor but he still felt the ground beneath his paws rowing damp and cold. Suddenly he saw something just out of his peripheral vision - something that looked unnervingly like a bear, disappearing behind the treeline, helped by the thick fog. He got the unnerving feeling he was being stalked, and his hackles raised instinctively as he slowed his pace and tried to prepare the best route for him to escape.