Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

She was free, she was running, she was- being chased by a very scary black wolf. She increased her speed, but was already tuckered out from chasing the fox. She tried to turn and flee for the border again, but too late, for the black male lunged. She twisted and tried her best to evade his attack, but his fangs caught her back leg.

She was falling, her legs crashing beneath her and rock scraping her pelt. The pain came a moment sooner, and she yowled, her trapped leg twisting between her and the slavering jaws of the male. Her head was spinning, she lay on her side, shocked. She was trapped by the dark shadow, all she could discern with spinning black and gray and blue and brown. She whined, going almost completely still and hoping that her leg, strained to the breaking point, would hold. Tears sprang from her eyes, unbidden.