Fightin' Dirty

If Jupiter were less of a charismatic wolf to the pup, his threat might have cowed her. In fact his massive size, ego, and blunt way of going about things should really have clued her in to the fact that his threat may very well be real but Pestilence had a hard time taking him seriously. A small giggle slipped from her as he mentioned throwing her into the deep end, but she nodded her intent for obedience regardless as to not turn him off her new lesson altogether. "Okay, okay-" She paused, looking bewildered for a moment. "Wait, what's your name?" Somehow regardless of her upbringing as a princess to be polite and introduce herself, they'd gotten far already without her knowing exactly who he was. She needed his name for sure, especially if she was to go tell Alarr about the fucking awesome blue giant who had schooled her.

He continued to interrupt her speaking, and each time she glared at him playfully. Finally his short came through at Sirius' name and she rolled her eyes at his pun. "That was fucking lame." She giggled again, her tail wagging slowly behind her. "I really expected better from you." Sure, she'd never thought of making fun of the titan's name but Pestilence too wanted to mess with the blue man.

At his theatrics she let out a small gasp, lifting her paw to his chest as if he'd wounded her. "So you're above making fun of an orphan but not a midget? Look here old man, I bet I could take you." She moved into a play-bow, tail thrashing behind her as she growled at him half heartedly. After a second of deliberation, she stood back up. "Wait, fuck, actually first, maybe a few more tips on how to turn the fight in my favor. You do need a handicap of some sort, right?"