Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

The black wolf moved like a serpent striking, quick and hard, and caught her in the chest with enough force to shove her back - except his teeth rooted her in place, so she tore instead and squealed pig-like and girlish at once; gasping for air, staggering back and away away away —
move off, red!

They had practiced this against stags, against rats, against each other: moving sharply on her heel, she went and folded against Colt as he came roaring to swap places with her; she could barely breathe, and her chest hurt, and she was suddenly so afraid!
Facing now the giant with the ringed-eye, she knew only one thing: she had to keep away from him. She had to move as quickly as ever, to trust her every impulse to survive this; if he caught her, he'd crush her like a bug.
Indra didn't see a wolf then, as she faced him. She saw death, blue-eyed and vengeful. Her only goal now was to stay out of reach.