When the hounds are close behind, life drains away. That's the thing. They don't have to catch you. Each gasp for air and drop of sweat is like a tooth in the jugular. Madness, barking and howling, claws away your mind. When the hounds are at your heels you kill yourself. Better to lay down. They don't have to catch you, they just have to run you to death. Better to lay down, or turn and rush them. Maybe you'll get in a lucky shot. When the hounds are on your trail running is dying.