The sound of other-worldy wolf paws following her over the rooftop spurred Natasha to run faster and faster, ever fearful of just what would happen if she was caught now that she had not only broken away but also landed a mean punch at the wolf's owner. A moment of hope entered her heart as she heard the cheap, all purpose roofing tear and break under the wolf's attempt to stop itself as she turned unexpectedly towards the edge of the building. Unfortunately the short glimpse of escape was stuffed under several thick layers of fear as the pounding paw beats started up again for the quick distance to the jumping point.<br/><br/>Natasha was uncertain just how she managed to make a jump that would make an olympian jealous and whether or not the wolf would be able to follow. She was no scary, demonic wolf and so her landing was less gracious with several long rolls to take much of the impact energy and not allow it to break her somehow. This coupled with a light groan as she stood had given the large beast the ample time to get infront of her and block her from going forward, the edge of the building being ten feet behind her and either side flanked by half erected walls or piles of building material. Running ceased to be an option for Natasha as the rocks and hard places surrounded her. The wolf was obviously the biggest threat and her eyes didn't leave it for a second, even when her hand ever so slowly reached towards a piece of rebar set atop a stack of wooden planks just to her right, she figured it would be better than nothing if the wolf did leap at her.<br/><br/>Just as her hand grabbed the twisted iron her ankle too was grabbed by the muscular tentacle before she was hoisted into the air like that type of overhead snare trap everyone had seen in movies or on tv. A 'woah!' left her as she found herself dangling upside down looking down at the lump of metal she had managed to drop in the surprise of being hung like a chandelier. It took a few twists and turns for Natasha to angle herself to pick out where exactly the voice was coming from, the familiar voice of the woman on the rooftop.<br/><br/><b>"Look, I have no idea who on earth you are, I have no idea why you are trying to do...whatever it is to me and I have no idea what you mean by that last bit? You seem like a reasonable...woman so how about you call off your dog, let me down and we can talk like two adults who don't chase people and speak in riddles?"</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>