Moonspear hansel and gretel

There lies a pile of stones; or, rather, boulders, and Acrux says this is the lair of the trolls. The trolls! In her village? She thought not!
Maggak spurs forward with gnashing milkteeth. We gotsa get 'em out! she hurtles forward much faster than she possibly ever had before, a trail of dust and small paw-shaped dirt-divots in her wake. RAAAAAAAA!
She closes in; she can see it now, the trolls! They poke their heads out in confusion! Their beady yellow-gold eyes widen in shock! She nears the stack of boulders, closer closer closer, and—
WHACK
She tumbles backward. The throb of her nose sends a brutal pain shooting through her skull. But she does not cry; no, no, no, not today. One pale paw clutches her muzzle, a pearl of crimson oozing onto the alabaster of her chin and chest. Instead, she grows enraged. Get 'em, Acroo!