I duck under the wool blankets after dousing it with the black oil. I know that most creatures are put off by the smell and would not care to come near. My scent would be masked and I would escape and the blankets would save me from the rubble.

It was a wise decision and the monster hesitated a bit before stepping away and sauntering off. I dared not to breathe and after a while got up and walked away, glad to have escaped the dark fate.