good morning starshine; Lagertha/Sette/any

[Fennick]

One of Fennick’s greatest fears was that his unborn child would be just like him. Recently, the large stallion had found purpose, confidence and a calling bigger than himself. Those developments, however, were all very recent and mostly due to the generosity of his king, Demian. Somehow, the Valley king had seen something of worth in Fennick when nobody else had. Fennick still sometimes wondered if Demian had been totally off his nut and he had risen to the occasion only because he didn’t want to embarrass the new ruler.

Either way, the future of Fennick’s only child was not to be left to chance. She needed role models, better role models then he could provide. Certainly, Hestia, the child’s mother, would provide one such example. However, the other woman about the Valley was Gallows, and Fennick’s second biggest fear was that his daughter would turn out like her.

This is where Anguisette came in. Fennick had heard about the child, an enterprising young girl who had made a name for herself among the Amazons. She was just the sort of girl they needed to set an example for the other fillies. Fennick puffed up a little, proud of the good idea he had.

There was, however, the problem of reaching her. The jungle was notoriously hard to navigate, and Fennick was rather large. He struggled for serval fruitless minutes before he came across a jungle cat and stole the creature’s form. Using the cat’s excellent hunting skills and lithe body, he wound his way to the jungle’s center, looking very smug indeed.

Cat Fennick reached the Amazon’s territory and morphed back into his own form. He briefly considered keeping the cat’s claws, should the women of the jungle not see this wisdom of his plan. With a sigh he let the claws go, and rolled his shoulders to relieve the tight muscles. Situated, he called for Lagertha and his new little house guest.

“Lagertha, I’m here to borrow your princess.” Fennick grinned, a lopsided, sheepish look that accurately portrayed his oh so very slight remorse. The Valley had need of her, so he was calling on the Jungle to spare her.