Fox's Glade [m] biology, i am an organism, i'm chemical

Oh, but she was mistaken; Mae was very much her problem today, and had no intentions of changing that. In the absence of paws to bite, she went instead for fur. After a few failed attempts, she managed to get a good grip on a chunk of fur at the woman's flank, and began to pull. She wasn't trying to rip her fur out, didn't even think of that as a possibility. What she imagined was that she would drag her packmate back to Swiftcurrent Creek, and Akavir would praise her for her diligence and find Wren a den of her own to be confined to.

What actually happened was this: whether her grasp slipped or the fur came loose, something gave. Mae, who had been pulling with all her might, went tumbling backward and flipped over once. She landed in a heap, then staggered to her feet and started to scream.