Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

He was strong and she was tiny, even as she was lifted up Isley kicked and struggled against him, scrambling and snarling to give herself the best chance of getting away. She was thrown down, an angry crunch as her shoulder struck the earth. Her movements would be hindered some, but, she could still make do. She still snapped angrily, her heart pounding in her head. The adrenaline was enough to keep her from recognizing any pains right then. 

Palisander called back to her and she felt her heart stammer for a moment grateful and still angry but the beast left her on the earth to wait for Palisander. Isley quickly scrambled to her feet, moving away from the male and towards where Palidander had called from.