Redhawk Caldera fetch me the monkey's tail

While he worked on the plant, she worked on cleaning herself up.  It was pretty gross business but she was becoming more and more used to it as she practiced; even her own.  She could feel her entire body shaking a bit from the pain and the tension, and she forced her muscles to relax.  In time it would subside.

Damn, so he wasn't much for sharing.  She'd hoped he'd be the type keen to elaborate on his exploits.  Instead he turned the conversation to her, but she allowed it, figuring he probably needed his mouth for what he was doing.  Interesting that his mom was a medic; she'd remember that.

Cougar?  Never fought one before, but they said that's what it was.  She tried to recall the fight, but some parts were fuzzy.  She always had a hard time remembering once instinct kicked in.  I didn't even notice till after, and didn't get it well enough cleaned.  Eljay had no doubt warned her, but she'd still been more worried about the other two.  At least the claw marks on her lower stomach didn't seem to turn.

You ever fought one of those?  It isn't prying if it's pertinent.  She wanted tips, and she'd take them from any source she could get her paws on.