Falls of the Hinterlands well i tripped, i fell down

A snort of amusement came from her. Wren did like to laugh, and she was somewhat amused he played along. Most guys who flirted with her wanted one thing and one thing only; and they didn't give a shit about talking. "That remains to be seen" she remarks cooly on his 'strong' aspect "but I bet if you threw yourself into the water, you'd kill a fair bit of them on impact."

A salmon tongue rolled from her mouth at the thought. She liked fish, more than rabbits even. She swiped that tongue over her jaws. "If you're strong enough to battle fish - what about a wolf?" Wren directed, her blue eyes returning to his face. A verbal challenge was posed. "can you take on a wolf?" He was talking, she was talking. But they didn't know shit about each other.

Faint amusement sparked in her eyes. "I bet you can sit on a few until they submit." With his fluffy, big arse on them.