(since Mal knew Fjall from a different place I said it was fine for him to come in (as Enfy I think is really busy!) and he has permisson for the powerplay of picking her up and carrying her)

Her fear... it was a palpable thing. A thing that seemed to writhe around her and dance down with swift bites into her flesh to remind her not to forget for a moment that these two beasts wanted her soul. Wanted her flesh, wanted her dead. Dead! She had worried so much so long ago about being attacked and yet some false sense of security had come across her as of late. Maybe it was meeting Jericho who had been so nice to her, so kind, and Reich, her guardian, and maybe it was meeting her imprint, Magnus, who had - despite being a grump - tried to help her hunt, but either way she had fallen into a mindset that no one would hurt her. That she was quicker than those around her, that she would certainly know in advance of any impending danger. Yet this proves how very wrong she was, the blood that stains her dark gray coat and the pain that seems like a burning poker against her shoulder and tail.

It is true. Fjallraven would not survive the wrath of Reaver or Jaidah. Her body was in an immense amount of pain from wounds she had never been dealt before and despite the adrenaline kicking through her veins she could not outrun them for long. They were much healthier than her, born to be killers and ravagers, and she was a lowly creature that could not even catch her own meals. By rights she should have already been dead and if things continued this way then she likely would be.

Things seemed to be turning in her favor of a sudden for a bright hooded figure bursts from the foliage to dart at Reaver and her heart soars for a brief moment as her mind comprehends. MAGNUS! Her friend was here to save her and she yips in relief... until Reaver's jaw clenches around her paw and with a comically surprised look of terror on her face she falls face first into the earth with Jaidah's jaw managing to grab her scruff above and a few inches away from her shoulder tear. The fall has both saved and damned her for Jaidah's teeth miss the strong tendons and spine, instead tearing through the little bit of fatty tissue on her scruff and making Fjallraven screech in pain as she again rips herself out of Jaidah's jaws - this time unintentional. Little does she know that Malacath, the scarred male who so long ago her mother had 'sold' her to before stealing her back, has seen and has decided to intervene on her behalf.

The moment she hits the earth another set of fangs is digging into her scruff but rather than attempting to kill her Fjallraven's tiny body is yanked from beneath Jaidah and quickly drug a short distance away while she yelps in both fear and pain, blood pouring from her and her body weakening from all her wounds while her hurt paw is being trod over by Malacath's own large one. He drops her none too gently on the ground and she whines, dragging her body deeper into the brush even as he turns and waits for what will undoubtedly be a bitch fit at the loss of their meal.

Yet looking at the scarred face of Malacath makes her heart thrum and she wants to ask about her mother - he was a memory of her, however brief, but she is too terrified and stricken and the thought is gone immediately from her mind as her golden eyes turn abruptly back towards the pair of killers who now must fight for their meal.. if Fjallraven is even worth it, torn and scrawny as she is.