“Well, you certainly seem useful.” Ed nodded slowly, “Sharp senses, dependable, yeah, we can make the best of you Direwolf.”

Luc’s eyes widened, tail twitching across her lap, “Really? Uh, thankyou, I’m eager to start.”

“Except, for one small matter.” The man stood, looking away, and waved into the shadows to another broad fellow. “We’ve got to see if you can actually handle some combat. Not anything proper, but just show Vince here what you’re capable of.”

Vince was wide shouldered, not tall but thick, with a wild ponytail and a dismissive snort as he strapped on a pair of boxing gloves. “Up you get wolf, if you can get your fat ass out up.”

“Excuse me?” Luc growled, wincing as she tried to stand and felt the chair come with her. Her broad paws shoved down the arms of it, and after a moment the vice-like seat shook off, wood breaking as it tumbled on the ground. She resisted the urge to apologize and stood to her full height, the boxer barely stomach height compared to her mountain of white fur and crimson hair. “You want to repeat that, small fry?”

“Ed. You’re kidding right? She’s a complete amateur.” Vince gave his gloves a couple of playful jabs, and tightened one with his teeth, “First sign of trouble and she’s going down.”

“That’s what you’re testing. Are you ready, Luc?”

“Ready for little mac here? Duh,” She scoffed, hackles rising as his words hit a word. Amateur? Admittedly the most combat she’d experienced was some karate lessons as a child, but the knowledge was still there somewhere, and besides, she towered over her opponent! This was like a child fighting an adult, now that she look-

Vince was gone.

A heavy foot landed on her tail, and Luc whined at the surface of pain before a fist slammed into her back, right at the talons of her wings. She hissed and pulled, tail aching more but strong enough to dislodge the man as she whirled around, only to find no human there again.

Then a punched slammed into her belly, pushing her down slightly, and a solid uppercut crashed upwards. Right into her tit. Luc winced as her boob bounced up heavily, her tank-tops tentative grip on it slipping so that her fuzzy breast wobbled free.

A couple of wolf whistles echoed from the shadows, and one onlooker snorted. “Yo, Ed, swap me in for Vince, I’ll test her!”

The amazonian wolf felt her cheeks flush red as she stumbled back quickly, painfully aware of the eyes on her, raking over her assets.

“That was meant to be for your chin- guess all that fat makes some natural armour, huh?” Vince jeered, before rushing it for another flurry of rapid punches.