Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

Fennec managed to knock him over, but barely registered his yell.  She had no clue what she'd do after she pinned him down, but for some reason, she had a serious need to take this out on him.  She needed him to know that he didn't get to just walk out of her life and then come back as if nothing was wrong with that.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) Fennec wasn't really in fighting shape after recovering from three successive bouts.  Penn caught her right foreleg and the already couger-fucked limb gave out pretty easily on her.  She fell over sideways, then hissed out a Fuck! of her own as both her shoulder and her freshly-healed side impacted the snow.  Luckily there was some amount of give there, but it still hurt.

Fennec pushed herself onto her stomach, but didn't get up.  DAMNIT.  The curse was drenched in frustrated venom.  What the HELL are you doing here, Penn?!  She glared in his general direction, with her sides heaving and her fur spiked up, and hated that she couldn't bring herself to go for round two.  She couldn't afford getting herself knocked off her feet again if it meant re-triggering whatever it was that kept her bedridden last time.