Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

He motions toward the wood that whispers of darkness, but she doesn't budge. She stubborn, firm, anger a ticking bomb now, that he has had the gall to attempt to kidnap her and push her into the river like she's a pup in need of a bath. "Why does my pack want you dead?" she asks, tone furious and head held high, even though she's sopping wet and the river drags around her paws. The statement hadn't sunk in till now, and if she was to be some sort of hostage, she was affronted. "If you want a hostage, I'm a pretty crappy one." she delivered in the same tone, debating just how much faster she might be than him. She suffered multiple disadvantages, but she'd heard that panic and adrenaline could make one capable of amazing things; perhaps outrunning some murderous kidnapper was one of them.