From Jellybean to Wolf

The Fatalis princess wore a bright and proud smile when her grandfather declared that he believed her lofty goals. That was it, she was determined to be the best little warrior princess she could be! Feisty and fiery, but also sweet and diplomatic, attractive and alluring. She wanted to be the definition of perfection, and wanted all eyes on her when she walked in a room. The pride and honor that came with being a Fatalis, she would give it back to her family tenfold.

Her daydreams were interrupted when the foundation of dire wolf she was lying on suddenly began to jiggle and shake, threatening to throw her off. Satira squealed and laughed, having to grab onto tiny pawfuls of dark fur to keep from rolling away. "Scruff!" she happily declared, crawling her way across Seer's body and around his neck and shoulder while he shifted to right himself. Now up on his back, Satira took her place between his shoulder blades with her paws tangling in the dense fur surrounding his nape.

"Take me for a ride, Papa! I wanna see our world!" That was right, their world. Theirs. And hers. Everything belonged to the Fatalises and woe be to any who dared deny them. No other family could hope to compete with their glory or might!

"Satira Fatalis"