Hold on scar.

Oliver was driving down the highway, jauntily whistling a tune from the radio as the song played. The road was very free at this time of day, and the sun was shining down upon the earth, making everywhere bright and beautiful. He enjoyed every bit of it – the warm breeze that blew on his face as he continued to drive away from his town, the music playing on the radio that he could not know the words to but whistled and hummed along regardless, and of course, the absolute freedom and lack of pressure from his parents, his friends, from Eleanor, and the worries he had before melted away. His wolf was enjoying it too, by the tingling he felt building within him like he was gearing up for something good and fun. He also felt contentment deep within himself, and a purring in his chest. He was really having the time of his life, for the first time in a very long time.

“You’re excited, aren’t you? Being out in the open, no one is nagging at you. No lessons in class, and no stress,” he asked