Frostpaw had been able to dodge away momentarily but looked back at Burningpaw when he heard his yowl. Was he injured? Wait, he needed to move? But Burningpaw was still holding... At that moment, Frostpaw realized the danger he was currently in, and attempted to leap away. His try was in vain, as the fox caught his back leg, tossing him aside like a chew toy. Luckily, he body didn't smack into a tree, but instead fell onto the rough ground, rolling for a moment before coming to rest.
It took him a moment to return to his senses, gaze refocusing on the fox. Frostpaw wasn't in much pain, but that was likely just the adrenaline. Burningpaw had slashed the predator across the eyes, sending it reeling back. It looked ready to flee... good. The battle was lost. He had been ready, just... distracted. Something he would have to remedy in the future. Watching through narrowed eyes, Frostpaw struggled back to his paws. "Burningpaw, leave it! It is wounded enough that a hunting party can kill it easily." He yowled this out at Burningpaw, placing himself into a defensive position. He would check the damage to his leg once the fox had retreated.
Frostpaw didn't attack this turn!