The cloth rips from his claws and teeth once he gets a proper hold, tearing his front half free, but then he has a problem. The knife's in his back and so's the cloth. He can't roll around any more to get it off without shoving the blade in too deep.
Sparks spends a moment (or several) lying on his side before he can fight to his feet, panting.
But he doesn't hesitate for long. Even if his strides are slower now--even if the reeking cloth trails behind him like a ragged cape--he starts loping after them.
He's not going to give up so easily.
"TRRR!" Get back here!
...He can't let a human on their own beat him. That's just embarrassing.
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Date: 2016-12-17 06:17 am (UTC)Sparks spends a moment (or several) lying on his side before he can fight to his feet, panting.
But he doesn't hesitate for long. Even if his strides are slower now--even if the reeking cloth trails behind him like a ragged cape--he starts loping after them.
He's not going to give up so easily.
"TRRR!" Get back here!
...He can't let a human on their own beat him. That's just embarrassing.