Wild Berry Meadow no man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate

they were engaged fully in wild and terrible dance, in which the woman was vividly aware that his goal was to force her into a position of vulnerability. for a moment, she allowed instinct to rule her actions and moved to launch some form of counterattack. but there was no way, in her condition, that she would win this by fighting as his equal. his attack succeeded in throwing her on her side, where she drew her limbs close. when momentum drew them close again, she'd kick out her hind limbs into the beast's soft underbelly, hoping it would be enough to drive him away so that she may regain her paws.