Instinctively Ann curled up, as if the foetal position might protect her- she'd always imagined these moments of threat, near death in Grim and pictured herself kicking, or fighting to the end. But fear saw her immobile, and shock was setting in as she started to tremble. Now hot breath was being huffed out by her cheek as the creature loomed over her – jaws dripping, the fowl, putrid scent of it filling her nostrils.
It was little more than a split second later she heard a sickening sort of thud, a rush of air from movement and it was gone- snarling teeth and all? A near overwhelming rush of relief flooded her, having thought, seconds ago that would be it- proper it, for good it. But, it was ..not completely gone, she heard a snarl and an angry growl and in finally finding her senses to scrabble to her feet saw the creature being tackled by Logan, as he urged her to get the hell out of there, and she wasn't so injured she couldn't, barely at all in fact; other than few grazes from the fall she could've most certainly run. But she didn't, almost frozen to the spot she didn't want to just abandon someone who literally just saved her life, and yet she couldn't do anything- she didn't have a weapon, not even one of Owen's stupid pointy sticks, which for the record she had totally meant to get before now.
“But-. It'll- kill you.” Was all she could awkwardly, but still filled with an intense fear yell in the general direction of the two, moving about on the feet as if she was ready to run- but didn't really think it was the right thing to do- maybe if he'd hurt it enough they could both run for it?