Haunted Wood seven devils in my house

The loose skin that allowed a puppy to grow into their adult form was always a pest when dealing with them. They were so squirmy and quick, their fur so slippery it made it difficult to have a firm grasp on them before they slipped away into the sanctuary of distance from his bone-crushing grip. 

Commendably she went for his paw pads after he had battered her triumphantly, a sensitive place for anyone who had not already built up callus. The tough, dry, thick pads were being chewed by the youngster, and though they bled, it did little other than annoy the boogeyman Vengeance. He had a move for almost anything, having so done so many fights before, there were little he didn't already see by now, little he did not do already to someone else and watch their own counters or reaction. To this... he aimed to crush her. With a flip of his paw, should she keep to her target, would be under his pressure against the ground.

This is what practicing against living things do. You are prepared for anything.