Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

she had been perfectly fine to continue on as she was, yapping and carrying on, but this wolf had other ideas.  his retort is so seamlessly timed, so wholly unexpected, that she can do nothing but cackle.  she laughs for a good, few seconds before she can even begin to throw together some kind of reply. "that's funny," she admits, never one to deny when someone else gets her back (and well).  "you must think you're a funny guy." the loner surmises, sniffing as she coaxes herself down from that laughter high.

"what? you think 'cause i'm small, i'm harmless? big mistake," she fluffs up her fur in a big show, hackles raising as if perfectly on cue. "the last wolf that said that? dead. i killed him." the second part is added for maximum effect; banshee clearly doesn't believe he'd have assumed the meaning otherwise.  she has a habit of making wild and baseless assumptions.  it would be easy to say she's a liar but more accurate to call her an exaggerator or story-weaver.  she has selective memory and hearing, choosing to only remember and hear what she wants at any given time (so long as it benefits her and makes her look cool).

"i bet i could kick your ass," banshee alleges, eyes narrowing as a smirk crosses her lips. "you're probably -- what? like, eight moons old? i'll squash you like a bug."