Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

The feeling of her teeth catching on bone jarred Indra a bit, but she tore away with a bloodied lip, only it wasn't her blood that stained her teeth but that of the black-furred stranger.
She heard the triumphant bellowing of Colt and was energized by it.
The man wheeled one way and then the other, and Indra had to move quickly to avoid being hip-checked. The man's tail was in the way and she snarled, dipping around him as he moved, vying for another spot to aim for.
Colt was shouting again — but Indra could only hear the racing of her own pulse in her ears, and feel the snapping of her teeth as she tried to grab hold of the ring-eyed stranger; Colt was there abruptly, at the same side, aiming for his neck.
PISS OFF, DEAD WEIGHT!
She skirted around his front with a holler of her own, trying to disorient with noise and motion, and shot forward to try and grab at his shoulder. He'd have to defend against Colt's neck jab or defend against the girl as she sought blood from the other side, but there was no way to do both.