Bramblepoint two hundred miles through the deepest dark forest

trying again because why not: 10

While he didn't catch the part of the feline that he wanted, the tail would do. But it was a moment of confusion and surprise when he realized he had latched onto anything at all, and the somersaulting cat in his grasp almost prompted him to let it go. That was a mistake on his part not to let it go, because little did Rickshaw know was how lightning fast a cat could fold in on itself and change direction in a definite fight-or-flight situation. The sharp claws raked across his muzzle, light enough that the damage there would be superficial, but enough that the coyote released his grasp on it.

But the next time, he was prepared as he lunged after it. Surely this time?