The aged monkey watched as plans swiftly unravelled in front of him. His mind racing, he made his way along the battlements, the cold breeze ruffling the fur on the back of his head. Agile, even at his age, he swiftly reached a point directly above the action.
He saw the large male Wolf staring up at him with undisguised hunger. Ach, the stories were true of the Old Wolves! Real predators. Yet this Wolf had a place to play in the falling out of events.
The hound could yet prove to be useful... Thw female human leaned over the great she-wolf that held her baby. Maelficent was afraid, very afraid. No sooner had he achieved what he had thought impossible, when all was to be snatched away! This comes of playing a direct role, fool ape. Leave heroics to others and stay in the shadows, where you belong. You deserve your name, Maleficent. The voices in his head clamoured for his retreat. He forced their sibilant whisperings to a faint buzz.
The child must leave the city! Tonight! He sat, safe on his airy perch, chin in hand, surveying disaster.
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