Greatwater Lake i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

The few seconds she has to escape his grasp are not put to use. She does not hear him make a sound above her, nor notice his disappearance when he runs off. Her lungs sear with the force, unable to draw a full breath but she struggles to focus on it. A throb builds within her head and she groans. If they ground had been any harder, thankful for the lake creating a softer bank, a lot more may have been lost. The wound on her shoulder burns so much into numbness that she barely acknowledges it in whatever haze clouds her mind.
 
As they tick by, her movements are minimal and her breaths are shallow and ragged that barely bring in enough oxygen to sustain her. Siobhan groans and slowly moves her head, smearing mud into her fur. The front of her chest drips with blood from her shoulder and the ringing in her head only gets louder. The scent of a rabbit in front of her nose does not register her distance mind but very suddenly she sucks in a breath to fill her chest and she jerks to attention and prepares for retaliation. She’s nearly on all fours when the sight of the rabbit catches her eye, turning her stomach over suddenly and she retches on the ground in front of her before she crashes, legs crumbling from 'neath her.