we do talk about fight club

It didn't pay off. She wasn't heavy enough... yet.

Gilda held on as best she could to the bucking wolverine, peals of screaming laughter ripped from her chest as the critter grunted and snorted. She might have thought he was having as much fun as she was if he didn't look so cranky about it. She hit the dirt and the air was knocked from her lungs, eyes going wide as she gasped to try and catch her breath, but nothing was coming in.

Panic was short lived as she finally managed to gulp a breath down, coming in short sharp pants, interspersed with giggles and sobs. Her mother was summing up the class as she finally rolled to prop herself up on her shoulders, tail thumping the ground happily at her back, a side eye thrown at the wolverine as he tried to sneak off. He wasn't gonna shake her that easily!

"speech"