Hideaway Strath the immaculate conception

There were three of them. Three against one. Zhenya took as deep a breath as she could, all things considered, then thought about what she would do next. At this point, it was pointless to hope for a good defense; if she was going to make it out of the territory with at least her life, she would have to run. She found one of her hind legs to be caught by the alpha male, though his grasp was on her ankle rather than her calf where the most important muscles lay. Of course, that didn't mean it wouldn't be a bitch to walk, let alone run on. If she was to escape, it would need to be done with some sort of strategy in mind.

The wolfess who Zhenya had been preoccupied with kept her grip on her thigh. With a yank of her head, the muscle holding her leg to her waist was torn. There was little time for a proper reaction before a bony hip made contact with her jaw, knocking it half out of place. The pain of it all was enough to leave her in shock for a few seconds, though she was brought back with a much needed adrenaline boost. Now that her mouth was rendered essentially useless, as were her hind legs, she knew she would have to rely on her front claws to hopefully buy her some time. 

With wild eyes and the instinct to live, Zhenya kicked out against the darker brute with as much force as she could muster, hopefully loosening his grip for a moment, then used whatever paw she had free to claw at the she-wolf's face. Though her aim was for the femme's eyes, she knew to appreciate hitting anything within reach that would have bought her a few moments to compose herself.