Meadowlark Prairie baby, you wouldn't last a minute on the creek

It is sudden and powerful and before she knows it, she can't breathe. Her side hits the ground and every ounce of air in reserve expels from her lungs, leaving her struggling and gasping for breath in the singular second she has to recoup. Her emerald eyes widen in surprise as teeth snap for flesh and she barely has enough time to snake her nose downward to protect her. It doesn't save her from feeling the sting of fangs pierce her flesh. 

Still spiraling for breath, she tries to move and snap at the attacker's feet on the ground. She can't reach high enough as she struggles to right herself, shallow breaths still wheezing in and out. She groans in pain as she falls back, unable to clamp on anything long enough to do anything. This time, she tries to stand and gain purchase enough to flee.