The Tangle la mer

The white female fought back, sending a snarl of a threat -- ok then. The teeth of the male latched onto her neck, digging into the fat on it, her swipe missing completely. Lischo yowled again in pain to only feel another set of teeth locate themselves in her back end.
This was too much.
If she didn't move quickly enough, the pale-pelted one would find purchase in her too.

The cat whirled, pulling her rear from the teeth of the smaller one to rise up in a half-rear and swipe at the male. She lashed her tail for balance and powerfully took a half-leap; with or without the dog attached. She hissed, spitting with displeasure, and made her escape with another strong bound.
Soon, her form melted into the gloom of the wood, worse off than before.

She kept going until she was certain there were no more mutts, then started to lick her wounds in peace.