It was a lucky day for Reaver and Jaidah for they had managed to find quite possibly the only wolf in Molodian who was not world wise. The only wolf who did not think to be as observant as she should be when she was excited about her first real hunt, despite being at the ripe precipice of turning four years old. The only wolf who had never caught her own prey without any assistance and who ran from a mongoose and was scared of racoons. Yes, they were quite lucky indeed and that made poor Fjallraven one of the most unlucky of wolves to have been caught right in their cross hairs.

With her butt up in the air and her small paws pressing into the earth she imagines leaping forward on some unsuspecting prey. There! She thought she saw movement and her large golden eyes focus solely upon that area in hopes that a rabbit would come hopping out in need of some hydration. Her overlarge ears are pricked and she is so attuned to that space before her that she doesn't even notice the way the world seems to fall quiet around her. She doesn't pay attention to the way her skin seems to prickle beneath the hungry gazes of the two wolves. Reaver comes up behind her and it is only at the last possible second when he lunges forward does her head begin to turn in surprise but by then it is too late.

His mouth grasps her tail and punctures her skin and yanks at her. She is like a rag doll beneath his vicious jerk and powerful maw. Fjallraven feels terror fill her up in one breath and the way her heart drops on top of that as adrenaline shoots outward and fills her up. Pupils dilate and pain radiates and she screams.

Even as her body slams into the ground to the left of where she had been, her tail sending shards of pain down her back and her legs and chest hurting from the impact of her body hitting the ground, she is scrambling to her feet. If there is one thing she is it is fast. Yet her stamina may not be quite like theirs and in the end her speed may not save her. As she jolts upright the white female seems to magically appear with a crazed look in her eye and as she lunges forward towards Fjallraven's face the charcoal girl stumbles to the left once more, attempting to shoot past the white wench but finding that Jaidah's jaw has grasped into her shoulder area.

Again Fjallraven screams, in pain and fear, and it comes out in a long, broken howl as she jerks against the grip of the female and rips her skin, peeling back her flesh to get away from the pair who seek to pin her between them. Fighting back would end in death - fleeing was her only option. Somewhere only her small form could fit... God, she wished someone was here to help. Where was Reich or Jericho? Someone! The moment she feels Jaidah's teeth rip from her flesh she is off like a rocket, tail tucked down and blood trailing vibrantly behind her from her ripped flesh and dripping from the mark that Reaver had left as well. If she is lucky she will get away.. if not, then only death would await her.
(Magnus and Jericho will be coming in but feel free to have them catch her and attack her a bit more as I want her to be quite injured just not deathly so!)