Ashira was entirely oblivious to the creatures approach, with its scent and noise entirely overwhelmed by the sounds and smells of fear of the other females of the village. Backing herself into a corner was going to work against her as sooon as he chose to strike. Just as she was about to start relaxing, the tentacle wrapped itself around her throat, she wanted to cry in alarm but there was enough pressure to prevent air escaping from her mouth, both of her hands gripping tightly against the offending appendage, her claws digging in but to no avail. Before long she was entirely ensnared and not one of the other females noticed.<br/><br/>In a vain attempt to focus she tried to force herself into her shifted form, using its smaller size to escape, but the lack of air and the shock of the situation was preventing her from being able to turn entirely, her body forming and wavering in shape before returning to its default humanoid shape. Regardless of how hard she tried she was unable to escape the tentacles, or she just gave up as the more she struggled the more painful the grip they became. Finnaly her limp form begun to get dragged to the beast who was preparing to use his prize.