Wapun Meadow is it far away, in the glitter freeze?

When she sprang, Draper was as ready for it as he could have been. The weight of her—which by virtue of her species was a great deal more—flung into him, and Draper did whatever he could to defend himself. Being the first to attack had never been his style, so at least he had plenty of experience playing the other side. Something told him that she had plenty of experience being the first one to strike.

He felt teeth slash through his fur and skin, and he too sought to grab purchase on whatever part of her he could. An ear, a shoulder, a paw, maybe the giant stick up her ass?