Bramblepoint I learned that from the pizza man.

Hydra's ear flicked to hear the approach of another and soon enough, in the corner of her eye was Towhee. Hydra's tail flicked in a brief greeting wave, but when Towhee peered edgewise the volatile bobcat lurched for the younger of the two. That answered the question for Hydra, who moved to meet the hefty, boxish beast with her own weight to slam against it halfway, fangs snapping at it wildly. The result of this was one of its forelegs reaching to swipe against her as she went to retreat, and its claws raked against her ribcage. As she had been retreating toward its rear during this moment the wound was not deep and would not scar, but it certainly left enough of a mark now. Still, Hydra had afforded Towhee time to calculate her own move and the beast heeded Hydra as she feinted forward. Hydra looked to Towhee and the beasts hind-end; attacking from either direction, in the things state, seemed wise for the moment. The beast swiped again for Hydra, but she was swift enough to evade and move to bear in on the beasts already injured shoulder.