Lake Rodney With every small disaster

Fennec felt her shift and attempt to drag her way out, scrabbling at the ground beneath them instead of snapping at her.  She contemplated letting her run, but instead tightened her grip.  I could kill her, she realized, and the power she felt in that moment was amazing.

In every fight she'd ever been in, she'd always felt so overwhelmed.  This one had been over before it began and she was the one holding all of the cards.  She wouldn't even need to feel guilty - she hadn't asked the woman to attack her.

Fennec felt her struggles weaken, then drop limp in her hold.  She held on a moment longer, ensuring that she wasn't faking it, before giving her a shake and dropping her unceremoniously at her feet.  She stood there for a moment, all of her legs trembling and her chest heaving from both adrenaline and exertion.

Holy shit.

For what felt like a long stretch she did nothing but remain where she was, frozen.  Eventually her breathing calmed down, though, and the haze of the fight filtered away.  Did I actually kill her?  Fennec hadn't thought, but.... now she couldn't recall what she'd decided.

She stepped over and pressed her muzzle to the stranger's chest.  Faintly, but she was breathing.

She wasn't... honestly sure if she'd have minded either way, but she was in a small part glad.  Hopefully the idiot learned her lesson, though Fennec wondered again why introducing herself had been such a big deal.  Was something wrong with her?

The fur at the nape of her neck prickled and she retrieved her supplies before cutting a beeline out of there.  She wasn't about to stick around to wait for her to wake up... and she'd definitely be warning her family about this.