The flotilla begin edging their way upriver from the sea.
Lord Swan holds position on the river with his wings raised in warning until it becomes obvious that the flotilla of young pretenders are not going to take the hint. Lord Swan decides that the time for direct action has come. Head lowered and wings lifting aggressively all the way, he sails majestically at near ramming speed at the flotilla.
Overawed by the courage and majesty of Lord Swan the Pretenders drift off seaward, pretending that nothing has happened, that they had no designs upon the upriver reaches, and begin to dabble for food.
Lord Swan cruises back upriver still in battle array and undeniable ruler of the Meon.
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