Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

this is the first time in her life she's ever had someone fully lie down on her.  then again, she's nearly two, and there's a first time for everything.  banshee is still trying to come to grips with what's happening when he very inelegantly topples off of her.  they probably look crazy to any onlookers (though, she doubts there is any, except for maybe, like, squirrels).  here they are:  two full-grown apex predators, flailing wildly on the ground.  it's really kind of funny when she thinks about it.  then he has to go on and ruin it by conceding.

"so, you're a cheat and a wimp?" she retaliates brutally, hackles rising and nostrils flaring.  in her mind, she looks absolutely fierce.  in reality?  she's little more than a playground bully blowing smoke. "you just gonna give up, like that?" banshee spits the words out with palpable disgust.  she has no zero to sixty; she is always dialed up to eleven.  shaking out her pelt, she sends various strands or small bits of fur flying and then sneezes crudely. "you're no fun. what's your name, anyway? doesn't matter. i'm just gonna call you sparkles." she gestures her muzzle toward his coat, thinks for a moment, and then glances down at her own.

"hey! you got that shit all over me!" the wildling runs in a circle, arching her neck awkwardly to try to peer at her back. "what is this? some kinda cootie dust for pansies?"