itching and itching and itching - for a fight!

A hulking form unearthed itself from the grasses. "AH! HI!" Makara shrieked, stumbling back on her paws and scooting on her rear a few paces away. "Sorry!" she yelled, shaking off the surprise of seeing him rise up with a thorough shiver-shake combo. Little white hairs flew into the air - she was shedding out a little bit late, the pink skin underneath peeking through in places. She wasn't exactly supposed to spend a lot of time out in the sun, but she wasn't quite sure why. "Yeah, useful! My dad told me so! I guess that probably means fighting, or hunting, or gathering, or..." she trailed off, then looked up at him. "Do you have any ideas?"