Maybe she couldn't. Maybe he just looked like an idiot who liked to roll around on the dirt and get bit by coyotes. When she called out for her packmates, he knew it was over.
Not the both of them, of course, because it was clear that they'd be saved by whoever decided to show up. But him! He was over. Laurel tried to make himself seem great and strong and smart, but now he was just.... well, himself. Small and scrawny and weak and useless.
Ravenna showed up and things got marginally better. He had one coyote on him instead of two. But he was still on the ground, fighting that one coyote with every ounce of strength he had left. Eventually he managed to grab it by the throat. Aha! His plan wasn't so awful! Now time for the not letting go until it stops moving part. But coyotes squirmed when they were grabbed by the throat. Laurel tightened his grip on the thing, blood spilling into his mouth.