Forest run (2)

Pausing at the edge of the tree line, I cocked my head and listened carefully, then sniffed, testing the scents that drifted by. As I waited for Killian to finish checking the area, I acknowledged the crispness of the air.

It bit at my nose, cooling my cheeks and ears, but I didn’t mind the temperature. It was yet another perk of my wolf-like genetics.

“The patrols have been here recently,” Killian announced. “The area is secure, so we can safely run.” With that, he shifted into the form of a sleek black wolf and I quickly followed suit.

The change to wolf form always made me feel exhilarated. My senses were heightened and I could feel the latent strength of my muscles.

Stretching first my front legs and then my back, I raised my muzzle to the sky, squinting up at the moon and sniffing the air. An exciting blend of scents assaulted my brain: other wolves, plant life, rabbits and squirrels, but most importantly, Killian.

There was something about being in wolf form that made our b