YOU GOTTA RHYTHM WITH THE TWO LEFT FEET

Aegira has never been under any delusions that life of a rogue is easy, or safe. She?s had to face down scavengers for meals, had to be run off from pack borders after crossing them unintentionally, but she?s never faced something quite like this. Two rogues surround her, circling her as if she is nothing but a piece of meat. Her hackles raise, lips peeling back with a snarl. She knows their intentions are nefarious; she can see it in the glint of their eyes, the way they seem to trace her movements.
They are so large, and she is so small.
She puts up a good fight; she?s certain she?s ripped out an eye and left a few severe bruises and cuts. And yet, two on one is hardly fair or easy, especially when the two are so big and the one is so little. Jaws clamp down upon her hind right limb, twisting and contorting it until snap. She yelps in severe pain, finding herself toppled to the ground, struggling as best she can. She feels fear fill her chest; she?s weak and defenseless, and she does not know what will these two have. Nonetheless she struggles, fights, her muscles twisting and contorting as she writhes and battles against nefarious wills.