From Jellybean to Wolf

He could already tell that Satire was going to be a tiny one. There must be too much Mojito in her. She had started off the world as a jellybean, and hadn’t grown very much since then. The Warlord could fit the tiny we babe in the middle of his paw-pad. It was… it was astonishing and frightening and wonderful. It reminded him of when his own kids had been tiny little balls at their mothers' side. It hurt his heart to see her, but the love was stronger than the hurt.

He padded quickly along the sand. His large paws were almost dainty as they pressed to the earth. Holding himself as much behind her and quiet as he could, as the phonominally larger Warlord crept closer and closer and closer.


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