Silva had no idea that she was basically running into a trap. She struggled as he caught her in mid air, her tail wagging furiously and her body writhing in his grasp trying to break free as he swung her over his knee. She yelped out loud as she felt her ribs cracking, but she was still growling and struggling with more spunk than any of them might have imagined as he drove her to the ground and punched her in the stomach. After that she fell limp, her body twitching as she lay there whining softly.<br/><br/>But even then she managed to say to him,<em>You might have good points, but you shouldn't talk like that to the Alpha.</em>as she lay there breathing shallowly as her flesh and bones slowly, but visibly began to knit themselves together.<br/><br/>She had not been expecting both of the other girls to come to her side, as she lay there with her tongue lolling out of her muzzle. She was healing slowly, injured and dazed but not mortally wounded or anything. She had to think that was by design, as the jackal felt so powerful that he probably could have killed her if he wanted to. She managed to lift her head to gaze up at the other females, gratitude in her eyes, before she turned to look up at Hekhem, and strange mix of apprehension and admiration in her eyes as she held her gaze. She tried to pick herself up, whined and collapsed again, looking around too see what Dax was up to as well, wondering how he would react, what he might do to assert his authority.