Qeya River I know the pieces fit

When the second wolf appeared, Ksura’s courage flagged internally. His heart began to beat wildly, and as the dark man drew closer, he began to doubt himself. Whatever bravery had inspired him to chase the man away initially had faded the moment he had heard Ash Star’s windpipe crunch in Yikaas’ jaws. 

He remained frozen to the spot, still hoping he might feel Senka turn and flee so he could follow her- but as long as she remained there, he was rooted in place.

The man lunged for her first; and if Senka had shown teeth to fight back, he would have joined her. He hit the earth only moments after she did, in silent, forced obedience. He turned his face to the side so he might see her through the one eye closest to the ground. Helplessly, he wheezed as the weight of reality kept him pinned. He remained there, as commanded.