Come with me if you want to live

The pain was blinding, his skull was flooded with it. When shock and rage mixed his senses dulled, so when the small fae said she knew of a safe space he went, never questioning what they had supposedly been fleeing from. The brute rose slowly to his three remaining paws, gimping along in her wake, occasionally gasping or growling as his injured limb was jostled. He did not know where they were headed or for how long they might be traveling, but time was blurring together into one agonizing stream.