come, little children

Runt was suddenly caught by suprise. The full weight of the adult wolf landed heavily on the ex-slave( who, may I remind you, was the smallest and weakest of her litter). She had trouble breathing easily and came in heavy breaths out. Jaws of the wolf came towards her shoulder, fast. She shifted upward to where it hit her more in the chest. It was still horribly painful and she was unsure if it had helped...

The tiny wolf panted heavily and struggled under the pack wolf's weight. She kept trying to wiggle out from under her, but was making little progress. She wasn't going to plead for mercy though. She had been trained to not let your opponent have the satisfaction of that.