Aaron growls and barks at the hound, keeping it focused on him. Maybe Darran isn't a werewolf. Maybe he's just strong, angry and pops claws for fun. Or maybe Darran just likes a challenge. Either way, this is far beyond Aaron's abilities. Fighting in close quarters is not his bag. He goads the hound into charging him and dives to the side, sprinting now as the thing turns to give chase.

As he passes Darran's hound, he bites down on its back leg and yanks. Forcing the thing to fall into a sitting position for a moment and horribly burning his coyote mouth. That's going to be terrible for a while.

Barely slowing he continues to sprint ahead, leading the hound away after hopefully giving Darran a chance to take down his own while it is off balance. Aaron's not trying to escape just yet, but he needs to keep moving if he wants to avoid being mauled.