An Eye For A Tooth

Buck ran through the shrubs and trees. The fog nearly blinded him so he was left mainly to hearing and feel. A great, albino dinosaur had been following him. He heard no more footsteps or grumbling, but that didn't mean the beast wasn't there. The fog was so thick it could've hid the Baryonyx completely. The weasel paused for a moment, wondering where the heck he was. He figured he was standing near a ledge of some sort. Buck's thick fur on the scruff of his neck blew around his face as he wondered if the beast was still there. He was answered as a giant, pink eye opened in front of him.
The dinosaur lifted up one of its arms. Its three claws glinted like blades as it slashed at the comparatively small weasel. The beast growled when it realized it had merely caught the weasel's eye instead of killing it like the beast had intended to do.
Buck pressed his paw against his bloody right eye. It stung and burned. He knew he'd never see out of it again. The ghostly dinosaur deafeningly roared. Wincing as his sore muscles protested, Buck ran towards the tallest tree he knew of, keeping his paw pressed against his eye. Trees fell down behind him in the dinosaur's wake. As quickly as his adrenaline fueled body let him, the weasel started to scale the tree, grabbing a leaf on his way up. Once up above the fog, he tied the leaf around his wounded eye. Nervously he climbed up higher and broke off a branch to use it as a weapon, though he knew it'd do little good.
Engulfed in fog, the white beast breached the top of the fog, looking like some sea creature in an ocean of white. Having fooled the weasel to look behind him, it rose up in front of him
The fur along Buck's spine rose as he turned around to face the great, white beast. He had no time to react as the dinosaur trapped him in its mouth.
"This is gross," Buck growled as he got soaked in spit.
The beast shook its head as it felt the weasel moving in its mouth. It tipped its head back and swallowed.
Buck hung on for dear life as the beast swallowed. He nearly went all the way down its throat but caught himself. With every aching muscle he crawled back up the monster's throat. Reaching out he grabbed the gross pink thing that hand at the back of the throat. He hung on and then started to swing back and forth and back and forth. After quite a few swings, he let go. The weasel hit a tooth with such great force that the tooth snapped out of the Baryonyx's mouth. Buck landed in a muddy puddle as the beast cried out in pain. He looked at the big, white tooth that landed next to him then looked up at the dinosaur that was already lowering its head to kill him.
"An eye for a tooth," Buck whispered as he grabbed the tooth began to run. He knew that ever since that moment, he'd be hunted.