[The result is instantaneous. A blinding flash of light erupts from the ball-- making Wrath gasp and leap backwards slightly-- and then forms into a shape. A very large shape.]
[When the light fades, a third (fourth, if you count Dante's little feline tagalong) figure has joined them. Its skin is leathery and brown and it stands on two muscular legs, with an equally-muscular tail sweeping through the snow behind it. Long ivory fangs curl down from its mouth and a pair of dark, intelligent red eyes glimmer out from underneath massive, bony brows.]
[She rumbles.]
[It's cold. Not good for the baby.]
[Snorting out a pluff of steam, she leans forward to sniff at Dante.]
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[When the light fades, a third (fourth, if you count Dante's little feline tagalong) figure has joined them. Its skin is leathery and brown and it stands on two muscular legs, with an equally-muscular tail sweeping through the snow behind it. Long ivory fangs curl down from its mouth and a pair of dark, intelligent red eyes glimmer out from underneath massive, bony brows.]
[She rumbles.]
[It's cold. Not good for the baby.]
[Snorting out a pluff of steam, she leans forward to sniff at Dante.]
[Are you her trainer?]