What?! How are there more of him? Crouched low as she is, the fact that they're both so short is little comfort, and is far outweighed by the fact that he now outnumbers her. She presses herself back against the fence, breathing heavily for a few moments, and feels a desperate pang of loneliness. It shouldn't just be her against these two-leggers; the Pack should be with her.

With little to lose, she risks calling out for them... but there's no response to her call. She's trapped, and she's alone. The knife wavers as she tries to point it at both of them at once, and there's a faint, keening whine underlying her every exhalation.