Nothing like a raid to get your blood flowing

Though Sanna is small (comparatively, at least) she is fierce. Calculated ferocity brings her to life. She's more than enjoying herself, even as she finds the behemoth trying to grapple her. She'd landed a bite, sure, but hadn't managed to get away quickly enough. Something about a miscalculation for just how large those bear-like paws were. Something flashes behind her eyes. Sanna does not do well when held, when cornered. It's all she can do to remind herself that this is an allied pack, and she is not doing real harm. She wants to harm him, burns to harm him, for having the gall to hold her like this. Mind over matter. Mind over matter. She's too smart to lash out the way she wants, but it's tough.

In the same moment that the purple creature made to throw her, Sanna flails in an attempt to regain some control over her body. She does what she can to wrench free, though she stumbles as she does. Pain shot through her system, the barely-healed wound on her hind leg threatening to burst open again. Sanna won't let herself falter, not now. Though the brute is far larger, it simply makes him a bigger target. The girl only took a split second to regain composure and lunge into him once more, teeth gnashing. Her aim is the flat of his shoulder, jaws hoping to find purchase as she pushes into him with all the force she can muster.
"Speech"