The President's Mate
Several warriors had shifted, their massive forms looking like silver and charcoal shadows as they stretched their limbs, preparing for a twilight run through the pines.
At the heart of it all was Jimmie. He was sitting on the grass, surrounded by a group of teenagers. One boy, who had only recently gained the ability to shift, was proudly showing off his sleek auburn fur, pacing in front of Jimmie like a soldier on parade. Jimmie leaned forward, his face lit with a genuine, soft smile as he praised the boy's form.
Not far from them, a chaotic blur of motion caught my eye. Mico, Nathaniel, Norah, and a handful of other pups were deep in the throes of a snow war.
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