She had to push onward despite the cold and pain coursing through this body, growling to herself for the idiocy of allowing this to happen. Giving a brief shake of her head and nearly losing that precious footing, managing to smash right through a thin late growing twig of a tree. Quickly she jolted back onto the course with a heavy breath, wincing through the snow that stung blue eyes. But there was something else and the wolf would try stopping, paws digging into the blanket of snow to an attempt to slow down when a mass of black had appeared before her. 

But rather than move like slow motion, it was all sudden. One moment the wolf was running, and the next she was nearly running right into a figure. Stopping just three or four feet in front of him, looking up, ears flicking forward and chest heaving. Who the hell was this? Another? Without wasting further time she peeled those inky black lips back in a nasty snarl, a gurgle slipping through from a string of blood hanging out the side of the mouth.

(I apologise if he wasn't directing that at the wolf)