Sleeping Dragon Never gonna give you up

She was small but she was fast. Never before had Wildfire been bested in a footrace, not that she'd participated in many. She had outrun Goober, Rig and others who had intended to prey upon her. It was therefore something of a foregone conclusion that she would escape this time too. She would not have her pride, nor her meat, but Wildfire would have her life.

Guess again! Something sharp pinched her right hind leg, then came painful pressure that escalated into outright agony in a nanosecond. It also arrested her forward velocity. Both of these things caused Wildfire to yelp loudly. She wrenched around in the hopes of tugging herself loose, which only gave her a point blank view as the black she-wolf brutally snapped her leg bone.