"Whoah shit." Tayne took a limping step back against the door of the truck, just to make sure he was safe from stomping. He held up his hands, getting his breathing back under control as the horse... didn't bolt, but instead stood his ground and made a show of standing his ground. Well, that was something.
The swearing plus the truck plus maybe even the blood smell, as he thought he'd broken open one of the bite marks again, was probably enough to spook even a tame horse, and this might well not be a tame horse. But then, how long could a wild horse run around these woods without being hunted down be a werewolf pack or caught and tames?
"Whoah, whoah," Tayne said again, this time more calmly. Soothingly, even. "It's okay, fella. Didn't mean to scare ya." Looked like he hadn't actually hit or nicked him, either. Even better.