Ash lifted its head, chest expanding, wings flaring wide...
ROOOOAAAAAAR!!!
The roar split through the blizzard, shaking the ice cliffs, vibrating through the frozen ground. Snow burst upward in a wide plume as the soundwave tore through the battlefield. Several wolves faltered mid-attack, instincts screaming at them to submit. Even the storm itself seemed to hesitate under the force of that primal declaration.
Ash's heart thundered with exhilaration. Every kill fed its fire. Every broken wolf stoked its pride. Every clash sharpened its instincts. This was more than battle!
This was birthright
And Ash was born for this!
Bruce watched quietly, the faint glow of amusement warming his eyes as he took in the scene before him. The dragon was soaked in blood and steam, each movement fluid and joyous, each roar echoing with a wild, proud rhythm.
