August, like Farren, had decided to take the dogs out to the park in human form. There had been other times, however, in the past, he had taken them out while he was in wolf form. Given that the Summers’ property was large enough for them all to go out for a run together without worrying about prying eyes, but every now and again, August wanted to be there with his boys while they interacted with the other dogs. It was surprisingly easy to blend in with the other dogs at the park. Despite the fact that he was very obviously a wolf, people just couldn’t rationalize why a wild animal would be romping with domestic animals, so naturally, he must have been a dog as well. But since his sister had come out with him, August didn’t think it would be fair for him to enjoy himself when she couldn’t. Besides, they had been overdue for some time out together.
He never failed to laugh himself until his sides ached while watching the dogs play. The bigger dogs were so clumsy, a fact that was encouraged by the smaller ones weaving in and out from between their legs. Moony may have just been a puppy, but he was in no way deterred by the rougher play of the others. Napoleon, of course, believed that he was just as big as the Lab and the Great Dane -- a fact that he found hilarious.
August sucked in a harsh breath as he watched the ball land dangerously close to the girl nearby. The only thing that stopped him from calling out was Farren’s prior shout of warning. He watched, holding his breath and hoping that the stampede wouldn’t take the girl down to the ground. August’s body tensed when she started to stumble, but he held back when he saw that she managed to catch herself. Despite the fact that horde didn’t take her out, he decided to still run over and introduce himself. She looked alone and her smile made him feel like she might enjoy joining them.
“I think you may be the first person they haven’t trampled,” he said with a laugh once he reached her. “I’m August, and that is my sister, Farren.” He pointed toward the brunette behind him, yielding the tennis ball and the dog’s unwavering attention. “Would you like to come meet your would be attackers?”