Sequoia Coast crashing into the ground as we all fall from grace

When his attempt to reach for her failed, he watched swiftly as she backed off and settled somewhere else. And in that time, Twister rose on his remaining three legs with difficulty, quivering at the newfound exertion it took merely to stand. The pain had brought him back to a sense of awareness, most specifically the one that questioned how things had become so bad. He remembered this wolf clearly, though he saw no reason for her to be out so far after him. All they had wanted was food, and it had been food they had been given.

But this one seemed to possess a malice so great that he readily marked her as the enemy. The mirth in her tone as she queried him was met with a huff. He would not humor her with an answer, but instead brought his gaze to her own. If she had come there to attack him repeatedly, he would be ready for it this time even at the disadvantage. Twister was many things in the end, but a fighter was one of his primary functions.