ACT 022: EXT. CHELONIA – MILITARY HANGAR 32 – AFTERNOON
The Sea Panther crawls up the paved road, burdened by the weight of its new arsenal. Its steps are heavy, slow—almost painful.
Inside the cockpit, Danny sighs, slumped in the passenger seat. Nyssa remains quiet at the controls.
ACT 021: EXT. RESERVATION RANCH – MAIN COMPOUND – AFTERNOON
Joran looks over at the herd. Tor stands between them and the compound, agitated, stomping his large hooves and bellowing a warning. Joran watches, hands on hips, confused.
Skarfi approaches from behind, his König Wolf sitting in the main area of the compound.
SKARFI
(looking over at Tor)
What’s the deal? I’ve never seen him
like that before.
JORAN
(concerned)
No idea, man. He’s got the whole herd behind him
and he’s angry, giving off warnings. He’s definitely amped up and
in full protection mode.