You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

Her opponent's response had an eyebrow arching, her mother didn't speak much of her family, so she would have to track this one down once it was over and see what she could ferret out. They were well matched, he probably even had a bit of weight on her, so it was a bit of a surprise when he folded so easily, legs curling and aimed up into her stomach. He had some nasty talons he was nice enough to angle away (she doubted Dread would ever forgive her if getting involved in a raid ended up with the kids he'd worked so hard to put there cut out of her belly). The sudden realisation had her doing her best to pivot, forcing the worst of the strike into her lower ribs, with all her attention focused on letting his foot meet something more boney, she wasn't really focused on where her forepaws landed.