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It wasn’t often that the Princess exercised her right to enter the Armada territory. She hissed at her kite as the flighty bird glided over the border, and landed in the tall Armada grass. Hopping through the stalks in comical little jumps. The princess sighed softly, and shook her head. That bird would end up on a dinner plate for its antics one day.

Soothing back her fur and regaining her composure, she stepped up to the border. Being prim and proper, she let out a soft howl, letting the Warlord know she was visiting, and heard one back from the distance. Acknowledgment. Well, nothing else for it then.

She crossed into Armada and moved through the long grasses, trying not to look as if she chased the bird, and followed her further into the territory. Down to the beach. Beaches she knew well, and this one was rather pleasing to the eye. With the heavy roots of the cypress trees sticking up in the shallow side of the beach. As her eyes glazed over them, she realised she wasn’t alone. A young reddish wolf sat on the beach, a selection of herbs before her. “Good afternoon, that looks like a nice batch of valerian you have there. Are you looking to cure a cough?” she asked politely

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