From Jellybean to Wolf

The little round-faced floppy-eared pup was a very cute kind of fierce. He could see it in her eyes, the fierce determination. That Fatalis pride. He chuckled softly, unable to resist planting a kiss to her brow.

Then he was moving, and she scrambled for his scruff, and then planted herself between his shoulder blades once he had finished getting to his paws. He gave a gentle little buck to tease her hold, and then he was off. “For the Armada!” he cried, as he charged up towards the tall grasses. Of course, from up here she could see well over them, and the territory of the Armada. The great big obelisk that he used for his centerpoint. The drop in land behind them as the territory turned to the Sea’s plains and the beach. Then he weaved along the borderline between them. Hopping up banks, and sliding down them. Making it a proper roller coaster for the young pup.

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