Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

While she managed to slip past the shadowy figure, she didn't get far before stumbling on some loose scree. She didn't fall, though all momentum was lost, allowing someone—Haunt couldn't be sure who—to snatch her by the scruff. She let out an undignified yelp of surprise, fighting against the instinctive impulse to go pliant. Instead, she began to writhe as if electrocuted, her fight-or-flight response now switching into the first gear as she planted her feet to resist the subsequent pinch and tug.

Despite all her resistance, she found herself dragged back before her mother, brother and the swarthy, green-eyed shadow. Haunt's panic peaked, causing her to wrench herself severely in her assailant's grip. Fur and flesh alike tearing, she let out an earsplitting noise somewhere between a scream and a snarl. Perhaps out of sheer vehemence and will, she managed to tear herself free from his toothy grasp.

She did it with such panicked, violent, unthinking force that she flung herself into a nearby outcropping. Her head hit the stone with a sickening thunk and Haunt crumpled to the ground.

This is my last post, do with her what you will! ;)