From Jellybean to Wolf

As she watched the birds and built her sandcastles, the Warlord got into position. Pushing his weight onto the balls of his feet, he timed the right moment. As a wave crashed lightly on the shore ahead of them, and the birds squeaked above, a sudden roar rent the day. The mighty cry of a warrior in battle. Deep, and throaty and threatening.

As that cry sounded, there came also the noise of heavy paws propelling themselves of the ground, launching himself forward, carrying on that cry as he aimed to dive over Satira, and scoop her up as he flew over her,and hold her to her chest. If successful, he would twist midair and land on his back, clutching the little princess to his mighty chest.


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