From Jellybean to Wolf

He added on another burst of speed at her request. Almost recklessly he tore through the grasses, and then bounded along the beach once more. Breathing heavily as he finally began to slow. The heavy set Warlord could put on some decent speed, but he was built for short charges, heavy clashes, not indurance.

Panting, he paused by one of the training rings that dotted the beach territory. “Tell me, little avalanche, have your parents started you out on the stances for fighting?” he asked, stepping gently into the ring, his little limpet still clinging to his back.


"Speech"