Otter Creek Only here for the weekend

Her limbs felt heavier than usual as Wildfire sped toward the trees, her equilibrium still a little shot. Ignoring these setbacks, she opened her mouth to shout, "Arlo! Arl—!" Her voice cut off in a strangled yelp of surprise when something struck her side, pummeling her into the earth. Before she could even process what had happened, there was a sharp sting and then pressure at her scruff. She cried out again and began to struggle even as her face was forced into the dirt. She twisted and bucked, even as her attacker's scent swamped her nose.

Her instincts hadn't misled her. It was him.