Sleeping Dragon Never gonna give you up

Her leg dropped, bloodied and mangled, from her attacker's sharp teeth. Wildfire cried out again, more shrilly this time. When the she-wolf pressed her weight down on the yearling's back, she didn't have the strength to resist. She buckled. This time, there was no possibility of flipping onto her back. She was pressed flush against the ground, face veritably shoved into the earth, whimpers and whines pulling from her mouth like air leaking slowly from a flat tire.

It was the hour of her death, she realized. She felt a sense of hopelessness consume her. What was there to live for at this point? Wildfire groaned and attempted to roll despite the impossibility. She somehow managed to crank the upper half of her body onto its flank. She could have flashed her teeth in her would-be killer's direction but that would only hasten the inevitable.

Even though there was nothing left but pure survival instinct, Wildfire begged, "Please."