Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

Of course, her leg had to fail her. With a single snap, her ankle tore. She screamed, the male's shake of the head may have just doomed her. Even if they let her go, how was she to hunt if her leg was useless? She whined as red misted her vision, her breath fast and shallow. To her relief, he dropped her leg, though as if smacked against the earth she screamed again. He stood over her, his stern voice have lost in the haze of pain she felt. His howl seemed three times as loud as it should have been, at she quaked beneath him, drawing her limp leg toward her as she slowly curled up, not making any sudden movements. 

He had threatened her, told her not to move, but reason had left her. She curled up, holding her hind leg as still as possible, body racked with pain. She whined continously, a high pitched sound of keening and pain.