small doesn't mean weak

she met his neck fur as predicted, and he tried to shake her free. Dutch tried to hold on, digging into his shaggy coat and becoming more fur than wolf. he went for her shoulders as she pushed into him, and she let him get a good bite. there was the plan in motion. the wound smarted but he was also using his full weight on her. she twisted in his grip, rolling onto her back and pounding her free legs against his throat to wind him. the second strike made her break away from him, skidding against the ground.

pushing herself to all fours, she eyed him in case he went at her again. but her words were sharp and tired as she addressed the Viking. "that's enough" she grunted. there was no clear winner in her eyes. both had done their job well enough, and she wouldn't boast about being more skilled than he was. though for the record, she did win. Dagfinn was a bandmate and she'd have to live with him. so she'd also have to live with his bitching if he took to it. she allowed an easy grin to break her face instead. "you fought great. for a shag carpet." she snickered kindly.

"speak."