Re: The Woods: Full Moon
Wolf eyes gleamed in moonlight. The rest of the pack clustered where the trees were heavy and full-branched and where the air smelled of expectation of a good run. Ana nudged closer, thin legs trotting toward the small, timid wolf on pack territory that didn't know well enough to run or to run with the pack. She circled behind, the coil of muscle entirely ignored, and yipped at heels - go toward the pack, you silly young-thing - before setting off herself at a smart lope back toward the pack. Pack smelled safe.