Scarred by fate
Zanthe’s living her best life, finally out and running wild again, and I’m just along for the ride.
But as we near the waterfall, the burn in Zanthe’s limbs starts to creep in—okay, more like crash in. I feel it, too. Greg’s voice finally comes in, calmer this time: ‘Alright, that’s enough. Let’s head back.’ Zanthe slows to a trot, her body still buzzing with energy as she catches her breath, and I can’t help but feel this ridiculous, bubbling pride over what we just pulled off. We make it back to the clearing, all three of us together, and Zanthe heads over to where we stashed our clothes. That’s when it hits me… I have no fucking idea how to shift back. ‘Urrm, Zanthe? How do I do this?’
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