no promises no demands [RAID]

Malalia pulled away, heaving with breath and a growl threatening to sound from the back of her throat. Good fight, he'd said, even while her ears flattened, limbs remaining stiff as if still in battle. She'd still lost. But she wasn't about to pout like some spoiled pup, and returned the warrior a courteous (if begrudging) nod. The Warlord had come up to the pair by then, with orders for the yearling to go to Iolaire. Sirius would face Plague again himself. The adrenaline was still coursing through her as she loped towards the healer, biting back her anger.

--Exit.