Iktome Plains dead souls and a really big globe.

It was when the first jerk came that she realized she had miscalculated, and cold fear flooded her. Skip the panic step.  She was in a position she didn't want to be in, and his teeth tearing at her with every snap of his head.  Her neck hurt, but lucky for her, the tense of her shoulders and the fact that he had only skin meant her neck didn't break.  Lucky.

He slammed her down again and this time she didn't recover quite as quickly.  She glanced up at him, dazed, and immediately her tail tucked as her breath hitched.  There was nothing of Artaax there.

She was terrified, frozen.  She should run, but the fact that he was looking at her like that made her legs refuse to function.  She couldn't even begin to contemplate fleeing, let alone taking the killing blow.  Just like she couldn't begin to contemplate what had turned her brother into this monster.  Taax?  It was the only thing her disarrayed mind could think to do.