Redhawk Caldera heart attack and vine

Goodness, there was something deeply satisfying about landing a hit. But even as Towhee's teeth scored deep into Titmouse's face, she felt her instincts screaming at her to stop. This was not an enemy (a rival, in a way, but not an enemy) and she didn't want to injure a pack mate. Doing so was just plain stupid. But she had expected a defensive move of some sort, not for Titmouse to just stand there and take it.

"The fuck're you doing?" Towhee snapped, the taste of blood on her tongue as she reeled back, muzzle wrinkling wrathfully. "Do you know the meaning of the word 'spar'?" she shouted entirely too loudly, a strong wave of apprehension sweeping over her as she ascertained the damage. "Fucking shit, Tit!" she bellowed in his bleeding face.