The Floodlands wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight

Natashe nodded to signal she understood. She watched the female's muscles tense as she was about to lunge, and quickly made the decision to move away instead of bracing for the hit. Powerful legs pushed away, launching herself to the side and rolling to her paws. She stood up, her eyes calmly calculating where to hit her. Quickly she raced forward, changing direction at the last minute and positioning her shoulder to slam into the female's side. Head turned toward the side so that she could snap with her jaws if her opponent tried to bite.