fisty cuffs

She wasn't left waiting or disappointed. Her new opponent came at her quickly and she saw his shoulder shift to drive into her. Keeping her paws in place, she leaned to the side to avoid it and ducked her head low to brace for his power and weight. Claws dug into the ground just in time for his paw to press down on hers, but this was her chance. Rolling her shoulders forward to bunch up the skin as best she could to protect again his fangs as they pierced into her lower scruff, she reached her head around near the backside of his foreleg and sought to grab the paw near the wrist upon her own with the intention of gaining control of him and yanking him to the side into a very uncomfortable position for that shoulder.

"Speech!"