He had prayed that it would lose him- but it's like the beast has a target right on him. He tries every trick. Illusions to hide the sounds he makes, his scent. Bursts of disorienting sound. But unknown to him the shards sing his location as clear as a spotlight.

He is fit, but not fit enough to run forever. So with a burst of speed he yanks off his gloves, exposing his claws. And takes a charging leap at a tree, hauling himself up like a panicked cat.