The Tangle la mer

The movement of the white-pelted female did not go unnoticed. Earning a soft hiss of warning: Stop.
Pale green eyes scanned the trio, her paw still raised. Should she harm them?
Was the white one trying to slink away or moving into a position to attack? Her fur stood on end, groaning low and flashing her teeth.
Her tail swiped the air once; then lept.

She outstretched claws to meet the male, sinking them into his pelt. She felt something rip beneath her claws. She quickly turned, hoping that her own body wasn't caught in the teeth of the K9, and turned onto the white female. She tried to rush at her, extending a paw to harmlessly hit the wolf. A game with that one; the male wouldn't see it like that. The feline turned again, yowling at the male and again outstretched a paw to swipe at him.