With a loud bark, she lunges forward. She only means to feint in his direction, hoping it will startle him into running off, but the ground beneath her paws hands is solid and rough. It scrapes her palms and sends fresh pain through the cut on her arm, and she pulls up her arms without thinking. Her legs are still working, though, and they send her plowing right into the two-legger. No! She snaps repeatedly in her panic, though she doesn't actually succeed in biting him, then shoves herself away from him and stumbles back to the fence, her injured arm held close to her body.

This would probably be a good time to bolt, but she's too distracted by how badly that went - and how much it hurt - to do more than shiver and pant for air.