Her first inclination was to hope the dragon hadn't seen the torches and that she'd have time to run under cover of the nearby trees...
Then she realized the dragon hadn't seen her, and that if she stayed still for a few moments longer, she was free. But she was soaked to the skin and cold, and she hadn't eaten anything since early morning, and she was an orphan with nowhere, absolutely nowhere, to go. And she remembered the wolves.
Her choices, as she saw them, were to die quick or to die slow.
She chose quick.
Standing, she flung a rock with all her might. "You stupid dragon!" she screamed. "Come and get me!"