Ash could feel her legs beginning to wear out. The wolf was right behind her--and faster. She'd ducked out of the way of a wayward flying claw or two and was thankful she possessed some form of agility. She was the prey that she'd been in so many dreams and lucky for her, she seemed to be able to dodge well enough to make it them as well, but she was unable to account for how tired she was getting, and fast. "Would you...just....stop? she wheezed between breaths but not daring to slow down. "I want to help you--if you--*pant, pant* get caught--*pant* byanyoneelse--you'll die." Eventually she ducked into an alleyway, not accounting for the fact that it was a dead end, and now she had her back against the wall and to her front all she could see was sharp teeth and equally sharp claws.