Dragoncrest Cliffs it's the moments we relive

Chantale had gained something of a reputation among her siblings. A fierceness, like a tiger cub rather than a wolf pup. Of course, there was also the odd, horse like face she was growing more and more as her body began to grow upwards rather than outwards with milk. It didn’t bother her though, nothing seemed to.

So, when the odd dark creature that sometimes cramped her style stuck his head in and spoke (apparently it could talk? Weird world.) Chantale was ready.

ME! She practically roared, coming tripping and stumbling to stand at the dark creature’s feet.

Go ou’! She wasn’t about to be deposited back in the den again, no sir.