Wolfwalker - Dion/Gray Hishn
Moonlight glinted silver on the backs of the running pair, racing dawn. Dion’s hair streamed loose, catching in the blades she wore strapped to her back. Gray Hishn was a blur in the distance, sliding in and out of shadows, her muzzle raised now and then to catch a scent on the wind. They were on the hunt. Woman and wolf. Wolf and woman. They were one. Long miles lay behind them, and many more lay ahead before they would track their quarry to ground. War crouched on their doorstep…
Squirrel! the wolf sent gleefully and disappeared into the underbrush.