sad eyes, baby

She still wasn't sure what the hell had a grip on her scruff but it was no doubt larger than her, for she found her efforts futile and she was dragged off her feet and found herself forcibly yanked upwards onto a cliff ledge. The guttural snarl of her fury -- and perhaps fear -- ripped from between her teeth as she thrashed, trying to shove against the weight that held her down. "Fuck off," she seethed, limbs thrashing, her body twisting and contorting in a vehement effort to get free, though the thing that had labeled her as prey was nearly twice her size, and Laxago couldn't help but think that this might be the end.