Purloin

Although she intended to thrash her head around and make this man regret messing with her, Nimue couldn’t do it. His huge body came crashing down, as he quite literally sat on her. All of the air in her lungs rushed out of her, instantly winding her, as she vanished beneath a pile of monochromatic fur. “Hey- HEY!” She screamed, writhing and twisting beneath him, trying to break free. But there was no way she was strong enough to push the mass of a dire wolf off of her. “What are you, a pervert!?" And so, she resorted to taunts, not accepting her loss just yet, but knowing there was no way she could beat him now. “Get off me, old man!” She couldn’t even get her paws out from under her, and try to push him off. She was literally at the mercy of his body weight. It was so frustrating, infuriating even, that she'd forgotten the stakes of their battle.

Technically, she belonged to him now.

”Speech”