The Cabin

As the enraged beast charges towards you, you take a breath and steady your mind. When it is almost on top of you, you sidestep it and it slides past you with an alarmed squawk. You grab a fistful of its thick, matted mane and swing your knife to its throat, but it turns on a dime and head butts you. You’re knocked off your feet by the pure strength of this weird lion-bird-thing and you start to fall, but your arm is stuck in its matted mane. The beast turns away from you and starts flailing and flapping around, roaring. You’re thrown forward, and somehow, you find yourself laying sideways on its back. You then: