We had been flying together for several days and they finally settled in my house.

I decided to call Mom "Rose", my little sister Ruby and my little brother Blue instead of Blue.

I may have tried, but I couldn't have a conversation, much less with a dog.

Spring came and I started to "train" my family to at least understand simple orders. The base.

I was really unhappy about it...

I finally left them alone at home. At least they'd keep the place... it's better than nothing.

I thought it was a beautiful day to explore the world.

I had bags on them. It took me several days to make them understand that it was for game and not eating. Fire was also something. Make them understand that what comes from the mouth is the same as what burns.

I tightened the Ruby straps and heard a yelp and the 3 dragons rushed to eat the spring.

"No! Sit down!" Sclak a whip snap in the air.

Everything became calm and I said, "Come closer, creature, no harm will come to you"

"Pity, Mr. Dragon... your father, Crock is attacking our tribe and he's going to eat my grandfather! A young she-wolf wept..."

She yelped in terror when I caught her and lifted her up in the air, "nooooooon, I don't want to die..."

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Flap

Flap

Flap...

"Please, ouinnn"

Flap

Flap

Flap

"Where is it?"

"Nnnn near the big circus..."

Already, I could hear the howls of despair of the wolves. They were all bloody and Grey Wolf had exhausted all his strength and was waiting for the final blow.

Crock was indeed going to stick his fangs into Grey Wolf's bloody body.

The little lila was crying when she saw her grandfather about to die

"Graaaaaaaaaooooooh" I did to get his attention.

I was several hundred meters away and replied with another growl: "Challenge!"

"Male son, challenge yourself to Crock! Females of mine. Males flee or die!"

I shouted, "Challenge!"

Then a set of guttural cries with no head or tail were heard but this attracted all the wyverns around. Lots of creatures hiding out, for fear of Crock. Also fleeing males who were looking at the opportunity to take his place if he were to perish or study me. The victims were devoured.

The words were summed up as mating, parry and chain of territorial domination and some warnings. The wolves were 100 times smarter.

I had my halberd, but the fight seemed inevitable.

I dropped Lilas on the ground and flew back to Crock, who began to spin around me like a white shark studying how he would tear up his victim before running into him.

I said, "Surrender, Father, you have no chance."

He did not understand the notion.... Stupid animal.

Crock: "Graahhh, I eat you!"

I then slammed my tail and he hesitated for a moment, the intimidation taking effect.

We spun for a moment as if we were dancing. Me with my 15 meters and him with his 25 meters.

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I was mobile pkus and flexible pkus than him but he had the size, the experience of the fight between wyvernes as a dominant male and he cut the circle cleanly and came down on me with his mouth wide open. When his jaw was going to close on my wing and tear it off, he met the tip of my halberd which hit the edge of his wing and tore off a cry of pain when the blade cut his wing and took pain, he came down like a duck that had received coarse salt.

On the ground he redoubled his rage and provoked me, while licking his cut again, not too serious, but having injured the muscle.

I came up on top of him, having cast a spell of force on me, at least to multiply it tenfold.

With my active shield, the strength and speed, if not lethal for a crash without a shield, I ran straight for it, my claws forward.

The wyverns made a circle around us in flight and others more reckless on the ground. Waiting for the moment of weakness to finish the defeated or both, weakened and therefore an easy prey.

I already saw 2 wyverns as tall as Crock ready to help each other to kill us both and then kill each other to finally win with the risk of being overthrown by a third row of contenders.

Crock turned to receive me from a spray of flames but my shield could withstand the blast and he received my claws in his mouth and with the impact, he was lifted, tearing rocks and clods of earth out of the air when he was thrown on his back.

... I then dropped my net which got caught in his paws. And then I came up behind him and made him a combat key that I had adapted from my martial art of self defense paracommando to the body of wyverns.

I leveraged with his wing and bent it towards the neck, twisting and forcing the joints and tightening the vertebrae of his neck

He wanted to free himself with a sting of his tail but my tail axe was twisting his sword/caudal sting in a breaking position.

Stuck, he started moaning, feeling defeated and trying to escape.

Me: "Father no longer attacks son, mother child and wolf. Me let live if you submissive"

Grrr protested, but I tightened the key and the pain was excruciating. He yelled like a beaten dog receiving his whips.

Then I threw an electric shock at him, like a taser, and he was immobilized.

A black wyrme wanted to jump on him to devour him but was wounded by a magic missile that pierced one of his wing members but she managed to escape.

The other, dark blue groaned and was zapped by lightning coming out of my horns.

Terrified, the other wyverns fled crying, terrified.

On the other hand, smaller females approached, submitting to me. And put themselves in a mating position, hoping that I would be a powerful but softer male.

Two very young males did not know if they should run away or stay close to their mother...

They trembled and showed their bellies in submission and crying.

I kissed them with a "Go back to mommy" lick.

And happy, they returned to their families.

Then I flew away and shouted: "I, Flam, Great Chief Dragon Clan" and to make myself understood I threw a sheaf of lightning at their paws and half were struck. The message had been heard. Then I lifted the blue wyvern with one leg and threw it several meters away.

Crock was squeaking, entangled like a seagull in oil and waiting to die.

I stroked her as I released her shackles and sewed up the big estafilade and put medicinal herbs chewed on her wound.

She trembled, terrorized and kept her eyes closed, submissive.

I put a collar on him like a dog and a rope around his snout, keeping him closed at the other end of the rope like a dog leash...

So I took "Father" to my lair.

He was lost and didn't know what to do or why I had spared him.

He rushed to Mom and my two brothers and sisters.

I opted for a Baton carrot strategy.

The three of us went hunting and Father started following me like a "big" dog.

With magic, it was pigeon shooting and we ate bear on the spot and then we went home. But before I went to the wolf tribe, bruised.

Grey Wolf had wounds and I immediately applied the ointments to the wounded wolves and sewed the grandfather back on.

"Cough, cough" the chief and grandfather wolf thanked me: "You use techniques that remind me of bipeds..."

Me: "Do you know any bipeds?" Very interested...

Grey wolf: "When I was young, on the other side of the primary forest, there is a desert and on the other side of the desert there are stone constructions of the bipeds. Be careful, they are very intelligent and they will be able to kill you even with your powers and strength. You don't know them, be careful, my friend. "And the old wolf passed out, exhausted and needed to rest to recover.

Lylas: "Flame, you're our friend now and you're welcome to join our clan. Thank you for saving my family."

We kissed each other in friendship and I told them that if they had to flee, they were welcome in my cave.

And so a form of animal welfare was created.

This form of mutual aid has existed for thousands of years.

When I observed nature around me, I saw animals everywhere and I looked at the river, lined with tropical birds all as pretty as the others, and I saw a female crocodile that tried to hide its nit, its laying by a cut tree branch.

Birds had also fled their eggs in the sand and the mother gave custody of her eggs to the birds.

Then, later that day, she caught a big fish.

Meanwhile, a monitor had approached the nests.

A bowl of kingfishers watched over his nest and began to make nose-down flights on the snout of the varan, which cared little about it.

And tchik and tchak, the birds were exhausted while the monitor had already spotted the burial area of the female crocodile.

The female was too preoccupied with devouring a giant carp while peephole birds screamed with a piercing sound.

The monitor scraped the sand and bushes and fell on the crocodile's brood and turned his head from left to right to see if there was any immediate danger.

The female then heard the birds and rushed to save her brood. But the monitor had already swallowed two eggs. Hearing the crocodile running towards him, he ran even faster to safety. The female crocodile having managed to save most of her brood thanks to animal assistance.

That's what I did with my family and the wolves.

Love, I didn't believe in it but a maternal instinct and a chain of domination.

Even after a good week of training rather than training, I had to resign myself to having a family of dogs or rather a falconer.

I would then go whining near Lyla, seeing that the wolves had recovered.

Crock never dared to attack the wolves again. Fearing my dazzling and devastating anger.

But I had good to sleep against each other around my fire in the cave. I liked to snuggle up between Mom and Dad and my siblings.

I was safe anymore... Actually I thought so, but it was for later.