Barrow Fields lotus eater

She couldn't get loose.  Thuringwethil's teeth sank in again and again, and her own caught the shoulder and held, a moment's victory!  But in the scope of things she knew she was by no means winning, and the blood she was losing and energy she was expending were tiring her swiftly.

She saw no softness in her previous alpha; no recognition.  And she knew she would get no leniency for trying to snag a bite for herself, her ill-advised intentions at the start.  She makes one more bid for freedom, thinking perhaps she might be able to flee...

but no.  Teeth snap into her ruff and she is shoved unceremoniously into the dirt.  A sharp whine escapes and she only hates herself for they a little... she's too preoccupied by her dire straits at the moment to be too hard on it.  She can't do anything but leverage her legs and try to push free... she is pinned.