just like a one winged duck

It seemed a simple enough explanation, and Pesto was not the type to argue when a king dangled a promotion in front of her face. She was however the type to be much, much too excited about the prospect but thankfully for now she managed to keep it under control, only her slow wagging tail openly telling of her happiness. "Oh I've put time in." She explained with a laugh. Her entire life had been spent training to reach the unreachable strength she desired. Only recently had she begun winning fights, even the ones that mattered like maims and raids. Pesto knew she was ready, it was only up to her to prove it to him.

Her confidence was easy to see as he continued his explanation, and at mention of the cuddly sheep Pesto's eyes did roll. "Oh, gods please, not more sheep." The exaggerated offense was partly joke and partially true - sleeping with them did suck, though watching them absently do their thing wasn't the most boring thing in the world. "If anything my mind has been even more made up, throw me with the raiders so I can stay as far from the woolly stink as possible." She gave him a toothy grin, her body beginning to sway with excitement. Would they spar now? Oh man, she was so ready to show him what she could do.