The claws smacking against the side of his head were a good enough sign that he'd successfully diverted the mole's attention away from his torso. The woods weren't that far off, so if he ran and found a nice climbing tree, he'd be just fine.

His teeth clamped down even harder before releasing entirely, his aching body dropping to the ground. He scrambled to his feet - his body was still mostly human, and so was better suited to bipedal movement - and made a break for it.