Having no weapon, Lyra held her hands out in a pleading way, bracing them as if to block the larger female wolf from her should she try to get too close. All the while, she was being herded back, unknowing in her retreating steps even as she scraped against vines and stumbled over a root. "Get back," she warned, her voice shaky with the real fear of being this pack's dinner. As the dangerously beautiful wolf leapt at her, though, she turned her face away and winced as if expecting skin to be torn. As she backpedaled, though, a much different sensation overcame her: falling.
With a screech she plummeted down into the trap that had been covered before the top was met by her weight. An empty pit save for a few leaves and the mud shallowly pooled at the bottom. A sharp sting ran through her arm as her elbow connected with a wall and then the floor on her way down. The breath knocked out of her, the human stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at sky and trees above. As soon as she caught it, though, she was on her feet. Stumbling towards the wall with dizzy steps she reached up, frantically trying to find something to pull herself up by for the wall was too tall for her to just climb over and out of the pit. It took her several minutes to realize her efforts were in vain and see it for what it was: a trap that was not meant to be climbed out of.