Fairspell Meadow Homeward Bound

It was clear this woman was no stranger to fighting: she saw the simple move coming, twisting her exposed flank away as she lunged for Ammie's shoulder. Pain blossomed in her joint, and scarlet darkened her fur where Shalon had gripped it. The skin didn't rip, only punctured, but it hurt nonetheless. A snarl of pain ripped through the warrior, who was quick and close enough to snap her jaws forward and maybe do some decent damage to Shalon's neck and scruff. Whether she did or didn't was ignored, for in the next moment she was ducking down and out of the jaws of her opponent to back a few paces away. A new respect shone in her lemon eyes for the slightly older woman, and with a slight dip of her head she showed it. 
Ambrosia wasn't one to back down, though, and rushed forward with a more controlled gait than before. Recalling on moves her father taught her, a well known trick of the MidnightShadow pack, the tawny woman feigned a jump, leaping much too early for Shalon's face. To the other, it would likely be seen as a fuck up, a mistake unfixable midair as she was that would land her a foot from the brown womans paws. 
The soon to be mercenary landed on all four paws, however, and pushed her momentum back up, making a leap hopefully over Shalons head to land on her back and do as much damage to her sides as possible. With luck, it would take them both down and allow Ammie to struggle to get on top and pin her.