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rolled as well!

surprisingly, he's pretty fast. though she won't say it out loud, she is impressed. she always assumes big muscular wolves are all power and no speed. that's just as well, though, because simply outrunning a wolf is never any fun. where is the rush in that? his 'threats' certainly do add to the excitement of the chase.

"i bet i taste like a skunk's ass!" she calls over her shoulder mockingly, feeling the heat of his breath against her thrashing tail. banshee's tongue lolls for a moment before a crash of laughter explodes from her chest. she's able to put just about a tail's length between her and donovan -- which makes it all the more invigorating. it's nice to have an opponent who can at least keep up. "you're not so bad for a muscle-wolf! who knows? maybe you'll get to eat my dust."