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

;) I feel like this is what it looks like

She’s given reprieve for a moment, hitting the ground she hadn’t realized she’d been hovering by the grip. Her shoulder stings and blood drips down into the snow, splashing the frozen ground as she works to stand again. The other says something but she doesn’t understand and while part of her wants to look back and figure it out, she knows she needs to get away. She lunges forward to get a little ground beneath her, all her fur standing up on edge, but she’s gripped by the rear and brought back down to the ground. It feels like a lifetime in just a matter of a few seconds and she knows if she doesn’t get away soon, the mad-woman won’t stop until her pulse flat-lines.
 
West growls, curses beneath her breath, and tries to pull her body up once more despite teeth sinking into her flank and tearing the sensitive flesh. Fur flies easily from her the grip and she tries to dip her hips but it only causes her to land on the ground again. This time she rolls over, jerking away (and tearing more of her skin) to get from her grip. Her jaws snap at the woma.’s face to prevent her from getting any closer while she shuffles and backs up, now facing the psychotic bitch.