Redhawk Caldera The Dance at the Gym

All of Fennec's fur along her back stood on end as Bronco told her to get back.  She felt a brief hint of irritation, but didn't act on it as the rational side of her realized, in an instant, he was doing the same.  It wasn't him ordering her to get behind him.  He was letting her know that it was coming.

She refused to back up faster than he did, but she let her pelt brush his to know where he was (and for reassurance, honestly).  She was alight with the urge to attack the thing head on, but she also had no concept of the danger they were facing.  Only what she could glean from sound... and of that there was very little.

It makes no noise.  That meant it was light, and probably quick.  Lean?  Short.  She tried to paint a mental picture while she carefully tracked backwards... until Bronco's twig sounded behind her and she jumped, just in time to hear the scuffle start ahead.  Someone else had joined the fight alongside.

A yowl and a thud.  The first sound was no wolf, and that was what Fennec launched herself at.  Catch hold, force it down, don't give it time... 

She managed to take the creature by surprise at least, but she'd misjudged.  When she went for the neck to push it down, her teeth caught it's shoulder instead.  She bit, but couldn't catch, and all she managed to do was distract the damn thing into whirling on her next.  Her teeth glanced off.  It was then that she learned a valuable lesson she hadn't yet needed to content with - some creatures carried threats outside of a bite.

The cat turned and raked it's claws across her shoulder.  Fennec didn't even feel it right away... she was too caught up in tracking where the thing was, and she knew if she backed off, she'd lose it again.  So she snarled and snapped at it once more as blood began to well up and run, unnoticed, down her right foreleg.