Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

"in your dreams," banshee snorts out the words which are quickly followed by another 'huff' of laughter.  at this point, her tail is lashing back and forth.  it's difficult to tell if this is out of agitation, amusement, or a mixture of both.  all she knows is that she's still chock-full of energy, and this wolf is goading her on.  the coywolf has never been one to deescalate any situation; so, far it for her to start beginning to do so now.  even as he comments on her breath (which hardly hurts her feelings; if anything, she would pride herself on such a characteristic), her naturally spiky fur is further bolstered by the perpetual rise of her hackles.

"your funeral, sparkles," is her last, immature retort before she bodily launches herself (all twenty-four inches of her height) at him.  initially, she moves forward to attempt to fake him out.  she play-bows left, then right, and then throws her momentum toward bronco in an authentic assault.  banshee tries to snap at the fleshy part of the left side of his face -- not looking for any sort of hold or significant purchase.  being as small as she is, her goal is always to bite and go, bite and go:  always in constant motion.  she hops around on her paws much more like her coyote ancestors than her bulkier wolf predecessors.  in her glaring lack of physical strength, she has agility on her side.