Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Red did his best to avoid getting clawed and bitten as much as possible, expertly redirecting the swipes with quick, hard shoves of his wrists and the side of his muzzle so he only got light grazes and nips instead of deep wounds and bites. He was an experienced fighter, and the haphazard attacks of a raging beast were easier to parry and counter than that of a trained fighter. He couldn't keep it up forever though- he had to find an opening. Finally, it appeared, and the Loup-Garou took it.

"I apologize in advance, monsieur!" He whispered hurriedly, snapping up with his elbow and forcefully shutting Casey's maw before striking him in the throat to cut off his oxygen supply and stun him, finishing off by swinging over his back and locking his forearm around the Werefox Dragon's neck, controlling his oxygen intake until he passed out.