Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

if this is how fighting is, she hates it -- 100%, absolutely hates it.  how wolves genuinely like this shit?  she doesn't know.  one minute, they're doing the dance, coming to blows; the next, she's on the ground, and he is bodily on top of her (like, literally).  he is actually on top of her, and oh, my god, holy shit.  having size to his advantage, it isn't difficult for the other wolf to render her stuck.  all the same, she starts yapping, barking, and swearing up a storm, fidgeting like a fox having a fit.

"get off'a me, jackass!" she brays out the words, wriggling around as though this will, somehow, improve her situation. "fat lard!" now she's just resorting to insults.  it doesn't matter if they're true or not.  banshee knows that she has no physical way to combat her current predicament; ergo, she is going to be mean. "hey, don't look at me like that! i'll bite you where it hurts!" she threatens ominously, her mismatched eyes glowering with the intent of her promise.  anything to make her seem more menacing, she intends to throw it at him.  fleetingly, it occurs to her that she doesn't even know this big doofus' name.

"you cheat."