we do talk about fight club

Gilda was glad she had preemptively cornered the wolverine as her mother gave them their instructions. The stout little critter was solid and wouldn't be deterred by her badgering she was sure. Still the girl charged in all glimmering crystals and wobbly deer teeth. The noise that came from Urtur had her stumbling a step, but she decided instead of attacking the critter head on she would try and bowl him over from the side. It might have worked if the squat little predator wasn't built like a brick shithouse. She practically bounced off his flank and he turned on her, swatting at the ground as she pedalled away, trying to get her paws beneath her. She wasn't the only kid sent flying, but like hell this was going to be the last he heard of her.

Finally getting her feet back beneath herself, she tried again, this time trying to grab him on the neck or back behind his shoulder. Maybe she was almost heavy enough to push him into the dirt... Maybe she had a future in rodeo...

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