Sun Mote Copse I've been swimming from the Wallace

The click of jaws snapping in the air where she might've been, had she not tricked her opponent, was satisfying, but was swiftly followed by the pinch and shear of teeth near her ribs which sliced through her fur and a thin layer of skin. A thrumming growl broke free of her chest, rippling past her exposed fangs as she released her hold on Fennec's thick shoulderfur. With her height and Fennec's aim down near her ribs, she couldn't go for any sort of strangehold- but there were other ways to force an opponent to yield than simply going for their throat.

With a movement deft and swift, she lifted her near forefoot, swiping it out in an attempt to strike Fennec's near front leg out from under her where her knee bended, hoping to knock her off balance as she reached higher. Her jaws parted as wide as she could open them, and she lunged for the tender, thin skin and tight muscle just at the base of her skull.