Firestone Hot Springs the tidal wave breaks

Her tactic works, and for a few moments she couldn't be more thrilled. She feels like she's winning.  Then his weight comes down, and his teeth snap—capturing a paw as she futilely tries to shove his head away, leaving deep puncture wounds; burying teeth in her chest and nearly taking a chunk of fur back with him while she cries out in pain. It is the weight of him dropping onto her that is the worst, though, nearly crushing her before she starts kicking with her back legs, aiming to take advantage of her position to hit him where he's most vulnerable.

She might have the leverage she needs to throw him off of her, if she tries; so that's what she does, teeth flashing as she trades blows, trying to catch his face, his chest, his throat. Anything that might make him loosen a little and allow her to heave and push.