Perhaps a more cautious wolf would have been more watchful but no one of average would be after her. She was simply a loner with out the scent of blood on her. The average male she would have no trouble warning off the hunt for a winter escapade her teeth would seek the blood of anyone who tried. So, she was without concern this day of leisure. The winter wasn’t too bad as it was but taking time to get protection from the chill and refresh was nice even though her stay should only be so brief.

White ears flicker to the sound of soft crutching snow and decaying foliage. It could have been the footfall of any creature so she did not concern herself with it. It was when the footfall ceased icy blue eyes opened to peer out; she would chase off any gawking creature she was impatient and would care little if her teeth managed a taste of flesh. However she had taken to long to acknowledge the presence of another. The movement was swift her scruff roughly being snatched dragging her body into the open her back nails digging into the dead earth for any type of resistance.

It was only when the creature put her own her back with a paw holding down by the chest she was able to glimpse the creature that held her. This male she knew him; he tried to destroy her once before and now he sought her out again. A deep growl rumbled in her chest; she had grown bigger but he was still so massive in comparison. Sharp teeth hungover her but lingered paused as the males nostrils flared. She had to use this time to her advantage, he had the brute strength but she had the swiftness and agility she was fighting a losing battle the longer she stayed on the ground.

Enya assessed her options quickly knowing she needed to make a move fast. She could try and grasp the males throat but depending on his reaction he could sink into the side of her neck or shoulder but she would try it. She lunged as swiftly as she could trying to seek purchase on the males throat or chest, She needed to shock him perhaps if he was startled she could escape and at the very least get an upper hand in this fight. White limbs attempted to push against him and use the males large frame as leverage to slide her frame from beneath his; if she could just make it out from underneath him, she was ready to twist to so she could stand on her paws. She had little time to think that her hips would likely still be exposed to the male should she fail to be swift enough. She was determined not to die this day.