Crocodile Dundee

It was difficult to trust that the Abraxas would not simply attack her the moment Pestilence turned, but even she was not so stupid as to assume that the hatred went both ways. After all, Pesto had done nothing to earn any sort of reputation outside of Ashen's empire and for all her hoping that the other girl was a cunning bitch who she could put to the ground, chances were that she as as normal as any other wolf she'd met. She tried to tell herself that maybe Thalia was just unfortunately named like herself, because after all she hadn't opened up with a sermon. At least, it'd make the coming fight a lot easier to focus upon.

The reptile did look dangerous, that much the two could agree on. Between it's teeth, it's tail and the length in between Pestilence herself did not know where to start. She creeped closer towards the bushes to take a better look, exhaling quietly as she considered. "It's got pretty short legs." The yearling observed. "I'll bet it's slow. I wouldn't want to risk going for it's throat, and it's underbelly isn't exactly reachable. I don't know what other vitals we could go for." It crossed her mind that she may have made a mistake hunting down a predator she did not recognize, after all bears were huge and frightening but at least Pesto knew where to attack them.

She looked over at Thalia and let her gaze roam along the other girl's body before looking back to the crocodile. Pesto was slightly larger though built lighter than Thalia was. "Maybe if you jumped on it's back you could get it's spine." Sure it was handing the likely most dangerous job to the stranger, but Pesto could tell herself it was a matter of who would weigh down the creature the best. "Unless you have a better idea."