At mér skyldi kaupa

Maki wasn't sure what to expect, except that this wasn't going how she'd imagined it in her head. Not even close. Letting out an undignified oof as the Norad wolf bowled into her, Maki slipped on the wet mud and tumbled to the ground. Her legs kicked out wildly as she went down, looking more like a struggling break-dancer than someone with any fighting skill. At least her legs were long though, long enough to thunk against the others wolf's chest, though whether they'd catch on her legs and actually amount to anything was questionable at best. Trying was admirable and all but it could only get her so far, right?