Jacques realizes that running indefinitely is stupid. He just needs to put enough distance between the group that's pursuing him and whatever support they might have. He has run through and hidden in Canadian Shield wilderness more times than he cares to count. His footing is sure. He can handle the terrain. These animals still know it better than he does. 

Once he's far enough away, Jacques waits until he spots a branch thick and low enough ahead. He slows down just the slightest bit. Then the branch is there. He pushes it forward and flings it back with as much force as he can manage, right in the face of one of his pursuers. [i]Manger de la merde![/i] Then he dives to the side, where another shadowy figure emerges from the trees. He lashes out with a sweeping kick, eager to take the attacker's legs out from under him.