Phoenix Maplewood I'm a kitchen sink

Uhhhh... up to you to determine if she grabs him or not, but i imagine he wont be evading it. Also you can decide if she accidentally cuts him or whatevs.

She had been prepared to leave, figuring that there was something worth doing elsewhere - since he wasn't, or something, but that's way too literal Tavi stop thinking like that - and as she was passing through the trees, she heard him shout. This prompted the girl to stop and swivel around partly, a quizzical look on her brow. Esaro was running after her, a snarl pulling at his lips, and she did what came naturally: bared her own fangs and defended herself. Whatever had possessed the kid to attack her didn't matter. Tavi wasn't going to take this from him, not after all the ego-stroking their one-sided conversation had evoked in her.

He had the audacity to launch himself at her, and she snarled in return, side-stepping to try and avoid a direct collision. Esaro's body came down short of her position though, and Tavi dove at him to retaliate, not realizing he had briefly lost himself in a fit of madness (or whatever it was). He was muttering something as she descended upon him, reaching for his scruff, but he was already limping away from her. Hey -- hey -- Who the hell did he think he was? She wouldn't let him leave that easily, not when he had been so intent on attacking her. Tavi followed after him, catching up easily with his lazy pace and her sudden feelings of hostility. 

The girl slammed her shoulder in to his hip, hoping to disorient him, or stop him. She reached for his scruff again and grabbed for it. Her intent was to grab and pin him, to fully dominate and teach him a lesson, but it was entirely possible Tavi would fail to hold back on drawing blood. Through her teeth - and potentially a mouthful of Esaro - she muttered, The fuck was that.