Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

You can decide if she hits! natural disadvantage ofc

Not to worry, I try again. She'd grin, mischief on the tip of her tongue, painted vividly in eyes of spring meadow. Speed was her forte, but ah- maybe not so much on slippery ground. The fall had reminded her of the ache in her limb, but it was forced from her mind quick. Anything worth doing was bound to be hard, bound to hurt, at times. This was the joy of life. 

He advanced and Pangur would pick herself up in kind, this time, she did not put distance between them, not much anyways, she still wanted to be able to react, to dodge, but being close up meant he too would have less time; and she'd have less momentum to slip on. To gain, one must give a little. Sacrifices, here and there, the gods loved them no matter how small.

Giddy, she enjoyed this, she'd throw herself at him again, much more physical this time; let her test her size against his own, see what would come of it. 

Probably a face full of more dirt, and yet, undeterred she was. This time, she tried to grab hold of his scruff, drag him down, release, and find somewhere to bite again; this was the plan, at least. She would not bite hard, not at all, just enough to secure her success.