A Lion in the North?

As he charged in, the unnamed stranger suddenly darted around the lion, and placed herself between Lion and Boy. He skidded to a stop before he could plough into the other wolf. He peeked around her and let out another few puppy yips. “Yeah, you better run!” He told it’s fleeing form.

He looked over at the pretty lilac - brushed wolf and grinned at her suggestion. His tail wiggling excitedly behind him, he watched her raise her head to howl. After a second he joined in, lifting his head to the sky and letting his boyish voice join with hers. Not realising of course that he was probably also about to bring trouble down on his head from the Armada. Woops.


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