Seaside Moors Getting lost on purpose

Use your..disadvantages to your advantages?
His brows furrowed and he thought hard, looking at the marred side of his face.
How?

His tail waved slowly, mulling over his words. He wouldn't find shame in it, he'd not been taught it was a failure. Probably a good thing really.
Ah, he'd figured it out. His disadvantage baited wolves like him into attacking there, and earning him an easy win.
Though Rowan didn't think he had any attributes like that.

But Rose was right, he would not win in brute strength. So he'd have to think hard.
Plan his attacks.
He stalked around the man, knowing he'd track him to prevent a blind attack on his behind. 
The woman was more experienced than he was, that's why his attack wasn't successful here.
She got low to drive up into his neck.
But he'd blocked that attack well.

Rowan had made up his mind. He could do this.
He drove at the man again, this time moving quickly to try and drive under Rose, like he did with that coyote once, and snapped at his belly, hoping to land a little hit.