From Jellybean to Wolf

She was a vicious little creeten. He wondered when her training would begin - and knew he would be taking a paw in it himself. They were Fatalis blooded children, and they would know how to fight. He growled and flailed as she attacked him, until she flopped, laughing, on his chest.

He raised a paw to cup about her, cradling her gently as she nuzzled against him and proclaimed missing him. “Your grandfather has borders to patol. They don’t guard themselves, you know, and I don’t see you lifting your weight and protecting our borders!” he jokingly chatisted, poking a claw gently into her stomach accusingly.


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