Sun Mote Copse The little cloud who wouldn't and the rainbow who couldn't.

Towhee announced her intentions with a whisper.  Fennec felt a bit of indignation at the advantage, but she didn't have time to dwell on it.  She was poised, and her ears flicked to pick up the pattern of towhee's paws.

There was a distinct disadvantage in never knowing where your opponent's head was.  If they snarled, that was a clue, but once a fight started she couldn't count on that.

Fennec heard Towhee spring and tried to spin to meet her, but she didn't realize the target was her scruff.  It meant that she was snagged, but she had adjusted at least to where she could now try and retaliate by shoving against to off-balance her.