From Jellybean to Wolf

Her grandfather's bellow brought about a fit of giggles and a proud glare from the little wolf atop his back as she eyes the horizon. "For the Armada!" she shouted as loud as her little lungs could manage, and then they were off. Satira squealed with wild delight, bright blue eyes wide as she gazed around at their home from her new vantage point. She clung tight to Seer's scruff, feeling the air whip past her face and making her floppy ears bounce with every strong lunge of his body across the plains. No longer was she dwarfed by the high grasses, able to see for miles on top of her grandfather's back. She cooed with surprise and shocked amazement as she drank it all in. The sweeping plains that ran from sea to border, the high grasses rippling in waves with the wind, the obelisk off in the distance. This was theirs, all theirs, and she could finally see it all!

"Faster, Grandpa!" she cheered between light, girly laughs as he careened this way and that, taking her all across the land like it was effortless. His strength amazed the tiny pup. One day she would be as strong as he was, it was in her blood! She couldn't wait for the day when she'd get to race along the borders and crest hill and dale with ease. She was imagining leading training sessions down by the beach, holding diplomatic meetings beside the freestanding obelisk, chasing away invaders at their borders. What would like hold in store for the tiny Fatalis princess?

"Satira Fatalis"