Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Pyralis scowled but settled down for the fight. She'd with hold her judgement for now and hope Sparrow was going to come up with something worthwhile. As set in her ways as she was she could be convinced to keep an open mind, though she would likely kvetch left and right. Life was no fun if you couldn't complain about it.

Her train of thought was taken by the little Habari boy who mentioned her cart. She chuckled. "Fear not, my dear little firebug, the cart is safe until my injuries heal." She winked at the pup. What a little cutie. She wondered if Sparrow would let her kidnap him.

She shot a glare at Artisan. "I'll cheer when I'm dam well good and ready, but why don't you give me some rum to lubricate my lovely voice?" To her delight Artisan shared a bottle. She grabbed it hungrily, awkwardly holding the bottle with her paws as she popped the cork out with her teeth. She took a long swig… and then a few more.

By the time the fight started she was feeling warm and in a better mood. Pyralis watched carefully, taking in notes and at one point cheering loudly for her king. "Yea, Sparrow! Puncture that purple puke!"