Lost in Miskolczy

The rocks were slick with rain from thunderstorms, my feet quickly lost their grip as I struggled and crashed along the jagged surfaces, silence was of no matter since no one would be crazy enough to follow us at this bewitched hour of the night. My clothes hung limp and damp, clinging almost feverishly to my chilled skin, as the night wandered on I could feel myself slowly losing the comforting warmth of life.
15 minutes.
I collapsed once more on a larger rock, grateful for it’s flat surface, too tired to move or even sip from a small crevice. I didn’t fight the arms which drug me to feet and shook my frame in irritation, and my voice refused to even murmur as I watched them leave. The clicks and splashes of their departure was almost a beautiful serenade, even though it meant my inevitable death.
Slowly I realized I was not as alone as I had originally thought, beside me hunched a large hairy figure it’s raspy breath wheezed as it took a few more steps then fell beside me. It growled, a low throaty sound, scraping and clawing at the rock while deep red eyes focused on me. "Larfanshi Gartani", or werewolf, one of the most lethal creature of Death Gardens.
The sudden departure of my companions now seemed quite reasonable, they were starved and tired, fighting such a magnificent beast as the one, which lay before me, would be suicide. Long fine hairs covered thick muscles, beautiful knife-like claws stretched forward and sharp white teeth flashed in the silver moonlight. Looking into the skeletal face of the Grim Reaper would have been less terrifying then staring down the crimson splashed throat of this huge demon.
I peeled my gaze away from the hairy form and looked towards the horizon, shafts of daylight were mildly visible, but the sun was far from rising. I had at least an hour before it would be considered "safe dawn".
"I don’t know your name, but I’ll tell you right now Werewolf… Death by your hungry jaws is far more merciful than the noose of an empire, I welcome this as a gift, you are my rather scary and misunderstood savior."
It gazed upon me with almost an unamused look, turning in the direction of my party as if vastly considering it, then returned a look towards me once more. Large, hairy shoulders heaved a sigh, then it shrugged almost half-heartedly.
"Do you honestly think I could eat you? Have you looked in the mirror lately? I’d rather have a meal than a teaspoon of skin. You are hardly an onion ring in the very appetizer of any small meal, don’t mock my taste, I’m not desperate. For your information I’m actually quite well fed, I mean unlike you I actually have some meat on my bones… and what the hell kind of speech is that anyway? I’m not scary, a bit misunderstood yes, but really do humans always rely solely on first impressions? How frustrating."