Redhawk Caldera I thought I'd have it worked out and I'd be making plenty

His plaintive yowling quieted when she began to talk, but he hadn't absorbed much of what she'd said. Her tone was calm, flat- but he was pinned, still. He was still being held down. With each breath he exhaled with a whine that became slightly more quiet, breath by breath- but in his throat the note began to curdle. 

All he'd learned was that he had to run. But like this, pinned against the ground, he couldn't flee. And she wasn't letting him up to do so, so there was only one alternative. 

His yowls turnes into high pitched growls and he snapped at the air between them hoping to shock her for just a second- just long enough for him to writhe like a pinned snake, using his shoulder, elbows, and angular bulk to toss her off of him. Bucking, snapping and lunging, he became very much like his namesake, wild-eyed in an attempt to rid itself of the predator that held it down.