If things became rather sticky with Maverick Veilia was certain she could escape him. She was daintier and a lot lighter than him - her legs were streamlined for running whereas he was bulky. A warrior through and through. She was merely a Shieldmaiden, meant to attack and retreat as needed, but it didn't bother her. Her body sang out at the challenge, her mind falling into the mode for fight as she side-steps away from her meal to create a more open arena for them. All the while Maverick is watching her with surprise on his face and contemplation. Did he not expect to fight a female? No, he didn't seem the type to care either way. He was probably more surprised that a complete stranger had offered to fight him, clearly spotting his need to release his tension. Better this way than some others, she thinks with an internal grin.

A laugh ripples from her at his words, so cocky that she was certain he was merely jesting with her. Even if inside he believed it. Then again he was a big fellow, it was quite likely he would win, but Veilia was not one to give up easily. No, she would pester and attack him until he got so frustrated with her he simply gave up. That was the plan anyways. So she grins at him, her eyes sliding to her fish in a thoughtful manner before she glances back into his yellow-green eyes. "If I should win then I demand you bring me a racoon. They are juicy at this time of the year and also a bit... vicious." Her eyes spark at that, challenging him to decline her offer.

"Well then, I shall be the judge of that, won't I?" She says with a good-natured jest, winking at him before pacing around and settling her tail to a low curve while she studies him. "You are a brawny fellow.... you must be from up north I think? Most of the wolves are built like you there," she says, drawing closer to him with curious eyes. Yet it is all a distraction meant to make him fall into complacency - for surprise is her best advantage since he outweighs her. So even as she draws closer to him under the guise of curiosity she lunges, attempting to leap into his left side while lowering her maw so she can try to wrap it around his large leg, intending to grip it just enough and yank back in an attempt to throw him off balance. Whoever hit the ground first and submitted, well, they were the winner after all.