You Woke The Devil

Fuck, son of a bitch, the woman had her by the neck and Pesto could feel her healing wounds begin to reopen. Already her sister had maimed her flesh in very similar an area, it was still a tender wound and Pesto found herself unable to continue the battle when blood began to pour once more. She fell to the ground, vision blurring. The pain in her neck was fading too, that was a good thing, right?

Faintly she saw her packmate jump into the fight after her, and Pesto's first thought was how embarassing it was that not only had she lost but there was a fireside wolf here to witness. She did not have long to hate herself however - nor to watch the fight's ending - as she faded into unconsiousness.

-exit via bloodloss sleepies-