The Floodlands I'm with the band.

Her first instinct was to run.... last time she had gone toe to toe with a cat, she'd been fucked over royally.  But then she remembered, and a spurt of hatred fired up in her veins.  Not this time asshole.

The other wolf seemed to have a similar idea, lunging across to take a chomp at it as well.  While Towhee went high, she went low, coming around the side to try and nab a forepaw in her jaws.  The less the cat had to strike with, the better.