Lost Creek Hollow Don’t’cha know eh?

Seriously, did this guy have some sort of fetish for crawling along on the ground being everyone's doormat?  A certain pup who shall not be named would shred him, no question there.  But aside from the fact that Joss must have thought that Arbiter had thought of some fun new way to torture him or something, she actually wanted a real answer, not just whatever nonsense he thought she wanted to hear.

A slight frown as she watched him.  She wasn't a big fan of repeating herself when the question she asked wasn't particularly complicated.  No.  What do you want to do? she repeated.  If you're given the opportunity to work your way to a normal rank, then what?  Stay and be useful in some way, or try whatever luck you've got elsewhere?  Not that she expected he'd find himself in a particularly great position even if he did go searching for one.  He was just so... What would be the proper descriptor?  A wet noodle?  An old piece of paper that probably smells a bit funny?  Something that was certainly not a danger and easily mangled.  Some pack might take pity on him, or just scoop him up and he might be someone's chewtoy who actually wanted to make him as miserable as possible instead of allowing himself to do it to himself.