Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

She considers this for a brief moment. She knows the Cerberus is dangerous, but she doesn't see a reason why her whole pack wants this boy dead. It is a confusing situation to suddenly find herself in, but she knows that this boy, or one of his pack, has to have done something. Something big, to warrant the Moonspear wolves wanting him dead. Fear courses through her as her bubble of surrealism pops. This is not a game, it never was. This absurd situation she had suddenly found herself in the middle of was real, and it was dangerous. It was then that she couldn't doubt that the boy could kill her, seriously hurt her. She wasn't one of them, not one of their family. She suddenly felt very alone, and while the boy counted on using her as leverage, she could not share in his faith that her pack would care. 

What if they didn't? What if she followed him to wherever he had come from, and even if he didn't harm him, someone else did? For surely this boy could not come from a normal pack. And here she was, going with him without even a struggle. She stood, silent, and then she charged, feeling the reason and words wouldn't help her, but violence stood a chance. She rushed for a forelimb, chin tucked to her neck, wanting to hurt him and flee, knowing that if he fled now he would catch her. Her last chance was to somehow, best him and flee as soon as possible.