Falls of the Hinterlands well i tripped, i fell down

He flopped over suddenly, using his brute strength and thick coat. Using whatever gods made him. Wren couldn't help a muffled laugh at the thought of it. His creators looking down at him and being all; yikes, this is what I did? But all she could do was spit out his fur, an awkward sound escaping her lips. 

He may have her pinned, but she wasn't about to give up. Wren managed to free a front paw and she pressed it against his thick skull. Hard. But not enough to scratch - wolves couldn't rightly do a feline scratch anyway - no. It was more or less pushing him off her. Or trying to.

She knew she was of weaker mass than the man. Her legs churned against his belly, trying to awkwardly throw him off.