There's no where to go. You've ran into this small hole in the ground, but it's a dead end. Your only saving grace is she's too big to get in here. She knows you're in here, even if she couldn't track you for miles by scent these new hooves of yours make such loud noises against the stone.
She was right outside. You're either going to starve to death in here or be eaten out there, this is it for you. Your heart feels like it's going to burst, thudding in your chest fueled by quick panicked breaths. Then something wet and slimy lashes your leg and tugs you back. You start trashing, hooves scrabbling against the ground, but without fingers there's no hope to grab on to something. Pulled out into the light and onto your back. You freeze up at the sight of her looming over you. The hot breath of a dragon washing over you, the traces of smoke and embers revealing her barely contained excitement. Drool drips down onto your chest before she speaks, "you really shouldn't run and hide like that, dear. It makes me so hungry, deer."