Mudminnow River the sandwich saved me

Sorry, I hadn't realized you'd edited your post.  I never got the PM/tag.

Fisher makes her mark, slamming into the dark female, trying to push her further back toward the water.  It’s muddy and Fisher isn’t able to get much traction, her feet occasionally losing its grip and threatening to slip out from beneath her.  Her claws grip into the mud but it doesn’t offer any resistance.  A growl rumbles deep in her throat when she thinks she has her footing.

The very reason she’d been kicked from her last pack and she couldn’t shake the habit.  Ilya hadn’t antagonized her as the others had but she didn’t know when to keep quiet and Fisher wanted to leave a scar across her face muzzle to remind her.

She narrows her eyes and lunges again, jaws open, but when her front feet hit the ground again they land without much impact, sweeping out from beneath her.  She snaps her jaws shut and slings a leg forward as she goes for the ground.