Sera had a little lamb

Shit, shit, shit! Things weren't following her internal dialog, where she won with bluster and pranced off to pack borders. In her head the alpha fawned at her bravery, and lavished prizes at her feet. In reality, the man stepped closer, his paws touching the edge of the outcropping as he looked at her with the cocky pride of a wold that felt they had already won the fight. He oozed of confidence, and it reminded her with a sickening wave in her gut of her so called father. The man that had stolen her, and raised her as a slave daughter. The man that had tried to mount her only a week ago. The catalyst for her escape. She remembered the feel of his hot breath, the taste of blood in her muzzle where he had hit her. The memories washed over and she found herself starting to cower. Her upper body began to lower, but her legs were locked in place. She caught herself, and straightened again. Brought her ears back forward and fanned her tail away from her legs.
No.

She wasn't that victim any more.

She eyed the wolfs companion with distrust even as she forced iron into her posture and voice. His voice was a velvet threat brushing down at her. She was starting to do well, she was staring to believe her own lies again until his last two words. [I] Messy [\i] he whispered with poision. A soft frightful whimper started in her throat. She bit down on her tongue until she tasted blood. "I-i" she paused, straightening further. Iron, iron, iron. She repeated it in her thoughts like a mantra. "I will have you know I am a close personal friend of the Alpha. You might think yourself on fire Mr Highway Robber, but she would avenge me in a heartbeat if you meant me and mine harm" She encompassed the sheep in her claim, growing her lies like tiny seeds of hope.