The Sunspire knocking on devil's door

Sorry for the long delay in responding. This'll be my last post; you guys can either power play dragging her off if you want, but she'd likely just follow obediently at this point. No more damage, though, please!

Whatever pathway might have presented itself was suddenly close; green eyes peered from the darkness of her face, only to be met by a tangle of wolves she did not know. Magpie was surrounded and battered, and she knew bruises would blossom where limbs and bodies had collided into her. She felt teeth at her back, again, and yelped dramatically — it hadn't hurt too badly, but they didn't need to know that. In the same moment, the other juvenile who had locked eyes with her moments before leaned to snarl and snap at her forepaws.

She scrambled to dodge, tripping in the process. She would have liked to have enough space to fall to the ground and show them her belly as gracefully as she could, but even that small dignity was taken from her. Magpie fell heavily and awkwardly to the ground, nearly having the wind knocked from her lungs. Still, she wriggled piteously to her back, whining all the while. Okay, okay, her body language seemed to say. I surrender.