Into a land of enchantment

Uhhhh-Ohhhh. She thought slowly, and painfully long. She could hear the earth behind her being dug up. He was widening the entrance. And the den could cave in! She dug deeper and faster, her claws quickly filling with dirt and mud. He was right behind her, and the cave was not very long. Once he caved the entrance, or the whole den, he could get to her. Lift her up and throw her against a tree or something. She was only six months old after all, not to mention she was a runt. She was a light fragile load, and far too bold for her pipsqueak size.