Blackfeather Woods send help

Soleil was unaware where this one grew up- but much different then her own experience. She moved like a warrior, despite one so young. Though, she could not see the other as an enemy, and despite the fustrations she held, they were swallowed, and regret crawled up "I do not want to fight you." Her jaw unhinged and released, but even before the release, the other was quick to move. To take her teeth, was a desire to beheld. The other despite young, was far thicker and built more of a guard then herself, for the lady was lean and slim, built as a runner, not a fighter. Swift she could be, but little meant in this moment- and all in use for the other. 

But she remembered, she didn't want to fight. Soleil felt the pain, her tail bitten, and shoulder wounded- still grasped within. Freshly wounds, but they were not battle scars, because this wasn't a battle. Her body toppled down, for a struggle was not given except the time of landing. She tried to limit the angle enough to cause minimal damage, but still, the other was pressing her side against the cold wintery ground, "I am not fighting you."

So she says but Soleil also really doesn't want to die y'know.