Fox's Glade Time to play

He didnt move, only looking to and fro in order to keep up with her movements as she danced around him, striking his legs, his soft under belly, his muzzle and hopefully enough to leave a mark well to remember her by. Though perhaps getting in too close was her downfall, for the moment she finishes slicing at his snout he slams himself forward and into her, causing her to topple over in the process. 

She doesnt flail, but tucks and rolls with the punches so to speak, though in her rolling he grabs her front ankle. He doesnt hold a grip on her due to her movements, as her body (and limb) whip around and she scrambles to her feet again.  

Ribs sore. Her ankle now sliced quite nicely open and sprained, she stumbles on her three remaining limbs with her injured leg lifted. Do your worst now then, boy. She spat, her head low, tail raised high, readied. Because I promise you, we will rain hell down on you and I'll take everything I want. 

Famous last words of a crazy chick.