Otter Creek Only here for the weekend

It was no contest. Her captor possessed the advantage in both size and strength, not to mention that he hadn't suffered from a recent knock to the head (or whatever had happened to her). No matter how wildly Wildfire struggled, she couldn't budge him. He pressed and pressed, forcing her face into the dirt. Whether or not he meant it intentionally, he smothered her, so that by the time he began to drag her, the she-wolf was on the verge of passing out.

And when he began to haul her back toward the cave like a fresh kill, his maniacal words tipped her over the edge. She clung during those last few seconds, sure she would die, but her grip on consciousness slipped and she went tumbling into darkness.