just like a one winged duck

She'd held out as long as she could, but in the end her muscles gave way beneath his heavier build and Pesto found herself wrestled into another loss. Fuck. He announced it over before she could be placed into too humiliating a position, but they'd both known she'd failed in overpowering the King. She fixed her stance and brushed the dirt off her leg with a paw, the hint of a frown upon her face the only sign that she was taking the loss worse than perhaps she should be. Had she won a single fight since turning up at Fireside?

The King looked thoughtful, and as he spoke of her not being deserving of the position of Raider her ears fell to her head. Crap, was it possible to be demoted below commoner? Pesto's mouth opened to argue, to challenge him to a rematch or something before he continued and her open-mouth widened into a shit-eating grin. "Oh, fuck yeah!" The excitement flooded out the disappointment, and she could hardly contain herself from jumping all over the place in glee. "I won't let you down, boss. Point me at a pack and I will kick their asses and take all their shit." Yeah, there were others involved in a raid but Tyrian already knew their prowess. Pesto could ignore them for now. Already she was reaching for the next promotion in her mind - Ashmedai was getting older, how long would it be before he'd retire and she could battle for Master of the Guard? Damn this pack was the best.