Redtail Rise Crossing the frontier, 2

She ducked away when he dropped, not wanting to be pulled to the ground and pinned, and while an opportunity was briefly presented when he hit the ground, she didn't crowd him. It was still higher on her priority list to have him run rather than to fight him. He had another chance to run, but he wasted it. Light was tricky and fast- but he had a repertoire of moves that he seemed keen to repeat, and she wouldn't be caught unaware a second time when he went to pounce for her. She saw him ready himself to leap, and the baring of his teeth gave her all the warning she needed to ready herself.

As he leapt for her, she side-stepped and pivoted on nimble feet, allowing gravity to pull him back to earth. He gave away his intentions like a fumbled slight-of-hand. The blood from the gouge on her muzzle continued to drip down her cheeks, accentuating the lines of her lips with lipstick red. 

She lunged at him again, this time at his side- yet another attempt to bully him into motion, and get him away from her pack.