InsaneJournal

RP: To the Moon
Characters: Tris, open to the Marauders if anyone's around
Time/Date: Night, September 28
Location: Forbidden Forest
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Tris (and the others) run the forest
Status: Complete?



Life was a lot more fun since he had others to run with. He had a wolf and a dog and a giant stag, and while he'd worried a little about easing into 'their' routine, or combining his pattern with theirs, it hadn't really seemed to be a problem.

They were all there to have fun, right?

Tris raced along a path, his tongue lolling out, ears held to the sides as he listened for them. For panting breaths, for hooves, for paws. He grinned wolfishly, eyes gleaming as he leapt over a fallen log, darting down a side path.

He had no idea what sort of game they were playing, or who was winning - if there even was a way to win - nor did he care.

The dark wolf dove through a tunnel of brush, pausing on the other side. Ears were lifted, alert, sides heaving as he panted. What would it be like, he wondered, when there were two more? The next full would have the Durmstrang wolves as well, and Tris wagged his tail slightly in appreciation of the idea.

What better way to bond than by romping through the forest with their werewolf friends?

Hearing hoofbeats that sounded suspiciously like Prongs, Tris once again took off running through the forest. He threw his head back and howled, announcing his location to the lot of them before he dodged deeper into the forest.