Recovery

Pesto woke slowly to the fire of pain, one that was familiar and reminded her of Toxicity. The loss against her sister had been humiliating and scarring both physically and mentally, and as she woke a part of her expected to see the bitch standing over her with a sneer. Her eyes fluttered open, muzzle already wrinkled in a snarl. When it was not Tox but Alarr who she saw first - heard first - and the fight with Viper flooded back to the forefront of her mind. Further humiliation. "No. Put me back to sleep." She begged weakly, rolling her head back onto the furs and groaning. Maybe when all this was through she'd suggest to Alarr that any future patients be hit over the head with a brick so they might not need to feel the pain.

Pesto should have expected his participation being that Alarr was the lead healer, but still she'd rather be seen in her weakened state by anyone other then her very best friend. At the cat's comment her gaze slid back to him. "What did they do to her?" The last thing she remembered was Valdis coming in, and she didn't know whether she hoped the warrior woman was successful or not. On one hand if Viper kicked Valdis' ass too it meant Pesto's loss was less embarassing. Though perhaps a better pack member might just be happy to see justice served and the rest of her pack mates safe.