"I don't know!" she tried to shout over the earth shaking foot falls of the giant. "But the beast- it understands Saranthian!"
And just as she got the words out, the creature stopped its charge just before her, and seemed to glare down at her, while it's breath sounded ragged and pained. It was being this close to the beast while it was not moving that she noticed the way darkness seeped out from it's fur in small rivers, like blood from wounds, and the more she looked, the more she began to see the faint ghostly hues of something wicked lapping out from him.
"Are you infected with madness?" she asked the beast in her native tongue. But she knew the answer. The beast simply lowered it's head and answered "Yes."
She felt her heart bumping, beating fast.
"And do you want your suffering to end?" she asked again, this time softer, her eyes upon the beast's face.
After a long moment of silence, the beast answered, "Yes."