Wild Berry Meadow You givin’ up your faith for some fun

Banshee has no clue what she's gotten herself into.  One moment, she's on top of the world.  In her mind, she's bested this brute of a wolf.  Despite their size difference, she's managed to win.  It's in this state of mind that he begins his assault.  His technique is much more practiced than hers could ever be.  The way he seamlessly moves, distracting her and then flipping her bodily onto her back -- she could never.  She lands with an 'oof' and the air knocked briefly from her lungs.  He stands above her, the very blood she had poured dripping onto her face.  Being the brat she is, she snorts.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. You're big and strong," she mocks, always the sore loser. "Lemme up." It's a demand, not a request. "What'd you say your name was, anyway?"