Becky is spotted

Emmaline disappeared into the distance, bounding through the forest in long, easy leaps not particularly unlike a deer. The gnolls readily played the part of an eager pack of hounds, rushing off after her at their same ravenous pace. This was save, of course, for the one which lay dead from Liv's initial shot.

Becky let out a sigh of relief, rising form her cover to stare off after the disappearing crowd.

"Alright, Liv," she said, turning toward the sniper. "It's time to--"

And then she froze. Liv hadn't moved an inch, still locked in her hidden position, and Becky had spotted the reason why just out of the corner of her eye. While the vast majority of the Gnolls had rushed headlong off after Emmaline, a small group of stragglers were only just now entering the clearing. They must have been left behind by the rest of the pack. All three of them were armed with bows, and they walked with their snouts close to the ground, sniffing and barking at the tracks of the rest of their tribe.

Becky froze. If she tried to hide they would surely spot the flurry of movement, and if she tried to run there was no way she would outpace them! Becky's body was still as a statue while her mind desperately tried to iterate through every possible chance she might have to escape.

Then the lead Gnoll slowly raised his head from the tracks, and his eyes settled onto her.

His wide snout immediately split into a toothy grin and the Gnoll let out a victorious howl. He raised a finger to point at Becky, immediately dropping his bow to the ground as he fell forward onto all fours. Becky could only panic as the Gnoll went bounding forward, powerful hindlegs propelling him in massive surges of speed followed shortly by the pair that flanked him.

As all three bore down on her, Becky struggled to grab her knife or run or hide or--something! But paralyzed with fear, all she could manage to do was glance downward between the legs of that lead Gnoll where his red, knotted cock bounced and swayed with every step, the precum oozing from it's bulbous tip promising exactly what awaited her.