A/N I'm back! Happy Valentines Day! Or close to it anyways... I made this one especially for you guys, hope you like it!

R&R and you get nice... well I haven't thought of that yet... ANOTHER CHAPTER! :)

Who said there couldn't be a bit of romance?

"Spread you're feet, Liokra!" Flie called, "Keep you're ground! Eajiyah, jump over you're opponent!" A fray of young animals varying from ground squirrels to tiger cubs leapt at each other, "Ok, halt!" Flie's voice rang out across the clearing. Teaching proved to be one of Flie's worst talents. The animals paid her no heed. They continued jumping about each other and play fighting. Jo was the only one really listening to Flie.

"Sit down and shut up!" Flie snapped. The noise in the clearing ceased and the young animals settled down. They all looked up at the white wolf with different feelings plastered on their faces. Not too far off Susan was helping teach in the make shift archery field, and Peter battled with Edmund and Sail. The professor chuckled from where he was sitting as he watched Flie attempt to teach the young Narnians.

"Ok," Flie continued softer, "Now, we each have our own strengths and weaknesses. Not all of you will be directly fighting, but hanging—Fowb! Stop chewing Gmal's ear! —And waiting behind the How as back up." Peter and Edmund stopped sparring to watch Flie teach the young Narnians, "Jo, join me up here."

Flie demonstrated how to hold down your enemy, and where to strike for the deathblow.

"Now," Flie morphed into a human, "I want you all to attack me one at a time—

Flie yelped as she was cut short by a flood of animals attacking her all at once. Jo stepped away and perked her ears in amusement. Most of the Narnians Flie was attempting to train were young and naïve. But at least they knew how to group attack. None of them had unsheathed their claws, so Flie wasn't really hurt. Jo made no attempt to stop the mob, instead she looked over at the other gray and white male wolf she had been spotted talking to.

The young girl finally gave up on pushing the Narnians off her, and lay in the cool grass.

"All right, all right. You can get off me now, you win." Flie laughed. She got up, laughter lighting her eyes. Peter watched in wonder at the young girl's tactics. Something—or someone—quite a few some ones' had broken through her barrier of anger. Peter ducked as a sword came flying at his head.

"Don't get distracted, Pete." Edmund said amused.

"I wasn't distracted!" Peter growled. Edmund paused for a second.

"So have you taken fancy to Flie?" Edmund wore a wicked grin and Peter's ears reddened.

"I. Have. Not." Peter swung at his brother at each word. The two brothers paused just in time to hear Flie tell the Narnians to take a rest. Flie morphed into a wolf and motioned for Draigh and Jo to follow her. The white she wolf jumped up onto the rock Sail was sitting on and flicked him with her tail behind his ear.

"If you'll excuse me." Sail said morphing into a wolf and taking off after Flie into the forest leaving Draigh and Jo to follow. The four wolves made their way through the forest, to the south of the How. The metallic banging of metal screeched in their ears as they approached the Telmarine campsite. Flie flicked her ears for the others to wait where they were while she crawled onto a boulder to look down on the camp.

Flie growled slightly but didn't object as three other wolves made their way up onto the boulder also, ignoring her orders.

"What would the people think if their king did not engage into combat with the enemy, whom challenged him?" Someone said.

"If you think I am going to back out, you are wrong!" The four wolves heard Miraz hiss.

"My Lord," A new voice spoke, "I do not think it of wise to accept this challenge. It may be a trap of the Narnians."

"Do not question my authority!" Miraz snapped. All of the sudden Jo slipped from the boulder and landed in a furry heap on the ground.

"Jo!" Flie hissed, "Don't move." The small salt and pepper wolf stayed as still as a rock.

"What was that?!" Miraz turned his head and looked at the boulder.

"Probably an acorn dropping." The first man to speak said, oblivious the presence of the four wolves.

"Go check it out." Miraz ordered. Flie's ears went up in panic.

"Jo, press yourself against the boulder!" She said, "Draigh, Sail, follow." The three wolves slipped silently off the rock and into the forest. They stopped and looked back at Jo, who blended into the boulder.

The two men appeared around the opposite side of the boulder Jo was lying at and looked around before turning back.

"There was nothing there, my lord." The second man informed Miraz. Jo looked up as Flie made her way over to her. The white wolf pressed against the small wolf once and led her to where the others were waiting.

"Sounds like Miraz has some rebels in his pack." Flie growled quietly. The other wolves nodded in agreement.

"Their up to something." Sail agreed, "Lets get out of here." The four wolves slipped farther into the forest and back towards the house. There was a sudden sent on the wind, and a crack in the forest.

"Hey! That's the black wolf I saw on the night Caspian disappeared!" A guard shouted. The four wolves turned in panic like a deer being spotted by a hungry wolf pack, fur bristling. Five soldiers were lined up eight tail lengths away.

"And that white wolf that killed three of the other guards!" Another one said.

"Run." Flie breathed. The four wolves turned and bolted through the forest.

"Get them!" Another soldier ordered. A game of cat and mouse suddenly broke out as the wolves jumped over fallen trees and weaved between the thick trees, soldiers on their tails.

"Their going to follow us back to camp!" Flie hissed, "Jo, run and get help! We'll distract!" Jo nodded and quickened her pace as the other three wolves turned and stopped abruptly in front of the guards. Flie's eyes glittered dangerously and her tail lashed, while Sail and Draigh stood in similar defense positions snarling.

"Get the gray wolf!" The guard ordered. Two men moved to chase down Jo, but Draigh jumped in front of them.

"One more step, Telmarine, and you're dead meat!" Flie spat. Three of the Telmarine soldiers broke free and the other two threw themselves at Flie and Sail.

The white she wolf quickly dodged out of the way and head butted a Telmarine in his legs, making them buckle. Flie jumped back at the clang of the metal against her head. Draigh chased and brought down one of the soldiers, while Sail knocked the sword out of a soldier's hands.

Flie sped over, morphed into a lioness and jumped onto one of the soldiers charging after Jo.

"Don't kill them!" Flie ordered, knowing killing them would only make matters worse. But on the other hand, she had to protect the others.

Jo darted through the forest towards the How, clearly aware there was a soldier chasing after her. She turned completely to run in front of the soldier. The Telmarine didn't react fast enough to stop and Jo loping into his legs, knocking him over. The small wolf gave a woof of contempt before taking off back to the How. The soldier quickly got up and chased after the salt and pepper colored wolf, but this time he was farther behind her. Jo pelted through the forest and into the training clearing.

"Help!" She wailed. The small wolf then turned to face the soldier who stopped to realize he was in the training area. He stopped dead, before turning and bolting back into the woods with some large cats on his tail. The large gray and white male wolf bolted over to Jo and pressed his nose into her pelt asking her if she was OK. Peter made his way to the small wolf.

"Where are Flie and Sail?" He demanded. Jo lifted her tail in the direction she came.

"Back there." She panted. Peter and Edmund took off into the forest.


"What is you're name, Telmarine?" Flie demanded as she held down the soldier with one massive white paw.

"R-Rasha!" The soldier stammered, "Please don't kill me!" The white she wolf snarled and put her other paw on his throat.

"If you didn't want to die, then you never should have joined Miraz!" She snarled into his face, "Thousands died because of your race!"

"There was n-nothing I could d-do!" The man looked about ready to break.

Flie growled, "If you were smart you would get up and run away, never coming back." The wolf stepped off the man. The soldier scrambled to his feet and ran in the opposite direction of both camps.

"You know there was nothing he could do." Sail pointed out coming up next to his sister.

"Nothing." Flie snorted, "I don't believe that. Everyone has control of their own destiny, there is no such thing as fate."

"I don't think you believe that, Flie." Sail said wisely.

"Thanks, Aslan." Flie snorted sarcastically. There was a sudden rustle in the bushes behind them and another Telmarine soldier bolted past the three wolves with some large cats following him. Flie watched curiously as the cats chased him out of the camp. Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian, and Susan darted out of the bushes and stopped in front of the three wolves.

"Are you alright?" Peter asked. Flie and Sail morphed into humans.

"Fine." Sail responded, "But Flie's going to need to clean that scratch." He motioned to the cut above Flie's left eye.

"I'm fine," Flie insisted, "That tree just jumped out in front of me. Where's Jo?"

"Back at camp." Peter responded and turned to the jungle cats that had chased the soldier, "Patrol the area and make sure there aren't any Telmarines lurking around." He ordered. The cats hesitated for a moment, and then sped off.


The sun was setting silently under the mountains, leaving nothing but a bright orange and maroon shadow. Flie sighed and made her way into the forest, softly running her fingers over the trees. The touch was light but meaningful. She had hoped that sometime over the years the trees would come out of their silent vigil and help fight back against the Telmarines, but they, like Flie, had lost faith. The blonde girl walked slowly and carefully, making sure not to step on anything. Flie approached a clearing and stopped beside a small pond. She looked down at her reflection for a moment.

"I would have thought you would be resting." She called out. Peter stepped out of the trees and smiled.

"I was restless." He admitted. Flie turned and grinned.

"So you decided to follow me?" She teased lightly. Peter looked down and Flie could swear she saw the high king blush.

"I though you hated water." Peter changed the subject. Flie stepped back in mock anger, but smiling.

"Who said I did?" Flie stripped off all of her clothes but her undergarments and jumped into the water, leaving Peter wide-eyed at the shore. She swam out a few feet and turned around to look at the king, raising an eyebrow.

"I've had a lot of time to think things out, especially the deal about water." Flie laughed, "I just don't like moving water that happens to be covered in ice." She paused, "Are you afraid of the water now?" Flie challenged playfully. Peter's eyes flashed and he threw off his tunic and boots jumping into the water.

Flie laughed and ducked underwater, coming up behind the king and jumping on his back. Peter laughed along side her and fell forward into the water. Peter flipped around and grabbed Flie's waist bringing his face close to hers.

"I'm sorry, but you aren't the one who should fight Miraz." He murmured. Flie leaned forward and kissed Peter.

"I know." Flie whispered, and then backed away, a devilish smile on her face, "But I'm still angry at you." Peter made a face and Flie laughed swimming farther away, Peter chasing after her.

Not too far off a black wolf was sitting and watching with his head tilted slightly to the side. Draigh watched with great interest as Flie and Peter chased each other around in the water.

"It is not wise to spy, my son." A white wolf growled from behind the black wolf. Draigh dipped his head in respect.

"Sorry, father." He apologized, "I was merely curious." Sail licked his son's head in understanding, "Was there something between Flie and the king?" Draigh asked.

"Yes." Sail sighed, "They did not know at first, but their love for each other blossomed like the flowers on a cherry tree." The white wolf paused, "Flie and Peter are apparently destined together."

"Do you agree with her decision in a mate?" Draigh asked inquisitively.

"I respect her decision." Sail said cynically with a flick of his tail, "Come on, let's get back to the How." The two wolves trotted off, leaving Flie and Peter behind.

A/N OF the coolness :)

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