Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

it's all good! i am also hopefully not too awkwardly vague

While her sights went forward, trailing ahead towards the cover of the nearest copse, she angled back an ear yet the information it lent her helped little. He was moving on her fast, suddenly, and while she was determined to sort through a hot haze. She bristled first and rest seemed unclear when he got to her, reflexive almost, as she felt her lips peeling back when her breath went shockingly sharp from the force applied.

Normally she knew she would weather this with far more grace, and while she compensated somewhat, it paled. In fact, the falter her body provided was more cause for frustration and clenching her teeth only half tempered the quiet hiss of a snarl she couldn't withhold. Ache had registered again somewhere along the way, and nearly, she felt like she could recall every unlucky step that had landed her right here -- from missed meals to even when they had finally found something truly worth hunting, the cost was monumental. The lightning, the resulting aftershocks, the majority of her pack injured.

She tried to go serpentine in his grip and snap her teeth for this lacked all of the preamble she preferred. He came from behind and with honed purpose so she clamped around open air most of all, though. His forelimb had hooked her hips with power and aching muscles down her back protested the motion as soon as she tried it -- all not allowing her to keep it for long, and making it difficult to make herself as hard to grab onto. Her motives shifted, towards a new approach and fleeting preservation as the full weight of these implications came upon her in a shuddering wave.