Sun Mote Copse A concatenation of locusts

Bigger.

She marked it silently as her paw caught him higher than expected, and all at once her position was turned against her.  She managed to catch his shoulder but didn't keep hold - she didn't spar roughly.  Some part of her knew her aim was not as true, and looking to injure could turn out far worse for a packmate than if someone who could see did so.

He had the advantage of surprise and definitely overbalanced her with his move.  She hit the ground and immediately rolled over, but smiled.  She could keep track of where he was easily, thank goodness, and knew now how to measure him.  

One advantage of blindness was, with no sight, her eyes would never betray her intentions.  She honed in on where he was and lunged for a hind leg, then made to spin aside, hoping to catch a glancing blow to his hind leg to throw him off and then dart away quickly.  She'd marked where the surrounding trees were, and that the ground was relatively clear.  There was always the risk of a rogue root or branch, but she trusted her own intuition.