She squeals when she's grabbed, a high girlish sound that would embarrass her if she could hear it above the sound of her blood pounding in her ears. A faint mmph sound escapes as she's flung into the wall and her arms are pinned like that. Her eyes go wide, her body arches as she attempts to just pull her hands free. Chest and lean belly both jerking with the rapid, shallow breaths she's taking.
You don't run from wolves. She had said something similar not too long ago. It makes you prey.
Her head lifts, blue eyes wide, her tongue peeks out to wet her lower lip. "Hati..." she says, looking up at him.
She'd caught her breath, there pinned to the wall, but her heart is still pounding and she doesn't quite understand why.