Grouse Thicket Queen of Diamonds

She missed, him moving too quickly for her, and her body falling onto the ground with a thud. The sudden attack on her limbs caught her unawares, and the attack on her hind limb caught her painfully off balance. She toppled, the wraith, with a thud to the earth, wincing at the awkwardness of the fall and the resulting pain in her side. That would bruise, she decided, most definitely. She made no move to recover, knowing that if she tried to rise, in all likelihood the male would bring her back to the ground again. 

So she merely shifted and prepared to see should he try and grab her scruff or hold her down. She acknowledged her defeat, noting it with surprise and perhaps a little bit of anger. She fixed him with a gaze, finally breaking the silence. "It has been long since one has bested me, stranger. Your skill is great." she said. She would not belittle him out of anger, being herself not a sore loser of any sorts. Her interest in him was considerably peaked. "Would you oblige me with your name, perhaps?"