Silvertip Mountain out here, even crows commit suicide

If it's okay with you, she could escape here? :)

She doesn’t notice she’d actually gotten the wolf across the muzzle but her leg is released and she hits the ground despite Steady’s grip on her fur. She tears away, weaseling her shoulders away from teeth of two power sets of jaws that could end her life. Sollie doesn’t get a chance to figure out where either wolf is because her feet hit the ground, running through the snow. 

If the sun had been above them, she would have seen one of their shadows enveloping her but she only feels a gust of force and snow, propelling her forward. She runs as fast as her little legs can carry her, trying to find smaller places to run through so they might not get her.