The sun was just beginning to rise over the Arizona desert, casting streaks of gold and orange across the vast expanse of dusty terrain. The embers of their small campfire had long since gone cold, and the dry chill of night was finally starting to fade as morning warmth crept in.
Rory sat beside Nathan, her arms wrapped around her knees, watching as he slowly stirred from his wolf-form rest. Peter was already awake, groggily munching on a granola bar and stretching his back with a loud, exaggerated groan.
Nathan stood and stretched his limbs, letting out a soft huff before padding over to Peter’s bag and nudging it insistently with his snout.
Peter blinked down at him and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I get it, you want clothes. One sec.”
He unzipped the main compartment, rifling thro
