Re: The Woods: Full Moon
In the forest it was easy to be nothing but wolf. Wolf was, by now, very easy to be when the moon was milky and encouraged paws and fur and to run, to hunt. She was whippet-thin, a wolf with a pelt that was muddy-dark and well-kept but still sinew and tested muscle and she smelled old. Pack, with the traces of strange muddled over Repose woods and resins. The new alpha smelled different but was clearly alpha, as much as the pack was clearly the same. It ran the same trails, but now followed this new wolf with the limp. She had run with pack too often to doubt leadership. Ana ran too.
Pack protected its own and Ana lilted to the edge of territory, ears sharp. New.