Redhawk Caldera Mama said knock you out

He kicked, scratched, and bit. It wouldn't cause any serious injuries, of course, but Fox was a bit surprised that he hadn't simply melted under her, like she expected. She remained over top of him, seeing as though such squirreling around had little effect on an experienced warrior like herself (ugh, sometimes Fox is on such an ego trip, sorry). Not harshly, she planted a firm right front foot on his upper front leg, then used her muzzle to push into his other armpit to stop his rampant scratching. Well, at least of his front legs.

His back legs still kicked like he was riding a bicycle, so Fox tucked her own bottom in, probably looking quite ridiculous as she did so. She was hunched over, teeth on one of his arms, paw on the other, and sitting directly on his stomach now. There, she waited. He might be able to squirm out of it, but it would be quite a feat if he was able to do so.