The Heartwood Gangsters don't cry

Success, her teeth met his scruff, and she clamped down her grip. Before she could, however, clamp down tightly, his head twisted suddenly, loosening her grip. Knowing that now she would be hard pressed to keep ahold of his scruff, she went through the motions and allowed him to tackle her down. But as soon as her back hit the ground, she aimed all four legs at his underside and kicked straight up, claws searching for flesh. At the same moment, she tried to squirm out from underneath him, shoulder aching in protest from where her fall had opened an older wound.