Wapun Meadow Young & Stupid

I'd rather do this without dice. And for the sake of clarity, here's what Tat (the agouti one in this example) is trying to do.

As he tore across the meadow, the pup beneath the raunchy rogue slipped free of his grip. The plump pup wailed, calling for her mother as she fled from sight. Thank goodness. Although she was still nearby, the distance between whelp and rogue put his mind at ease. Desna wouldn't get caught in the crossfire of this impending battle.
Closing in on his target revealed more about the assailant than one could discern from a distance. Firstly, he was huge. Lack of sustenance did not bother this guy. Probably fresh from a pack. If that were true, the Delta would smell it. But then, he would smell a lot of things on this psycho, if he was not covered – head to toe – in blood and grime. So repugnant was his scent did Tatsuya dread biting him. Just...don't swallow and everything will be okay, he mentally jeered. Seriously, how was this sicko so well fed?! Prey could smell him yards – maybe even miles – away. Despite these implausible ruminations concerning the bastard's nutrition, Tatsuya did not slow as he came upon the filthy cretin. His thoughts from thence forth did not remain on the assailant. Rather, the Delta calculated how difficult it would be to skin him alive.
He was a loner, after all. No one would care if he died.
Zev spun around to face him, baring teeth and fanfare. The wolverine thought his opponent would try to get out of the way. Maybe sidestep and sink his fangs into whatever he could lay into. If he got anything. Tatsuya was not a speedy canid, but he has worked up enough velocity to zip past if Zev decided to do just that. Instead, the heathen thought it was a good idea to launch himself into Tatsuya's warpath. Suicidal. All that momentum would come crashing into him. No matter how enormous, fed, or stabilized he was, he was the one who was going suffer severely from this collision, not the Delta.
And collide they did. So intense the contact, Tatsuya felt it rattle his corporal form. His breath was unhindered from impact. However, he paid the price everywhere else. The center of his chest (where the sternum is) began to hurt. No doubt a particularly nasty bruise would form there. Recoil was awfully pricey in engagements such as these, but it was totally worth it; imagine the pain his victim must be feeling right about now. Not wanting to give the cur any leeway during the assault, Tatsuya tried to sink his teeth in the side of Zev's neck. His opponent's bites did little more than trim fur; a bald spot on the side of his neck was all that his opponent inflicted. Close though Zev was to hitting his mark, Tatsuya remained unharmed.