Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

DAM!! these rolls are not allowing Whrist any wiggle room it's like it knows,
But being pinned does make it harder for my poor wolf. *Smacks the dice* help me out here

Whrist's toothy grip in fustration must have been brusing but she dare not thrash to tear flesh less her own be torn aswell. At the very least this wolf was not killing her, just handing her ass to her in a neatly wrapped package.

Whrist fought to keep her mind focused there was a way out of this she just had to find it how could she use her smaller stature to her advantage She felt her claws slip, almost uselessly along Nyra's belly as she continued to scramble for purchase not at the ground but at the wolf above her. Until she just couldn't anymore she was going to keep fighting, Her blue eyes narrowed she she began to puzzle her situation out, struggleing to draw a deep breath between haveing a mouthful of thick white pelt and the hold upon her own throat.