Between a Lycan and a Wolf
Their synchronized footsteps echoed through the woods, a harmonious symphony of primal movement.
Guided by instincts and the pulsing energy of the moon, we navigated the familiar trails, leaping over fallen logs, weaving between trees, and relishing the sensation of the earth beneath their paws. The joyous cries harmonized with the rustling leaves, celebrating the unity and strength found in embracing their primal selves.
As I felt the crisp air against my fur, I found myself liberated. The wolves kept howling into the night, it was them cheering us as we led them through the forest.
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