Haunted Wood morning glory

It's fine!

She released him after his short exclamation of pain - or shock.
His paws swung for her and she almost laughed, but no.
She backed up a few steps after his nails raked across her chest, just scratching her skin.

"You're not the lynx that fucked you up, you don't have claws,"
she moved around him, tucking her chin in demonstration. Not touching her chest, but it came below her neck and if attacked, her teeth would meet teeth.
"You can use your nails when you're on your back, kick up at their belly, aim for the eyes with your forepaws."
She waited for him to adjust his position to face her and follow her former instruction.

"Again, except attack with your teeth."
A second for him to process her instructions, and she pounced again.