Friendship Forged By Fighting

The tall grasses brushed against his legs as he made his way through this newest territory. There was the barest hint of Armada in these lands, had he heard something about that pack having moved recently? He wondered if this had been the land they had come from, or the scent he was catching was only similar.

He would have made his way down to the beach from there if a startled, youthful yelp hadn’t caught his attention. Turning, he found the form of the tiger stalking through the grass. The faint shape of a small, young wolf was something he could barely make out. But the glimpse of colour and the yelp was all he needed.

Mistaking her for a much younger pup, Mercury let out a startling snarl in the hopes of catching the tigers attention as he barreled forward. Hitting its stomach hard with his shoulder as he sought to push it off balance


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