Celeste
Once we are out of the reservoir Matthew shifts back into his wolf, much faster than he shifted the first time, and I clear out of the way as he shakes some of the sopping wetness from his fur. I find myself baffled as to how his fur is soaking wet but consider that I would be just as baffled if he shifted and was dry as stale bread. There is probably some science behind it that I was taught about in school but any recollection is alluding me. Regardless, this is not a detail worth getting hung up on. I shake my head to focus myself.
Matthew lays down on the ground, his fluffy tail gliding slowly back and forth in the air. Furrowing my brows, I walk up to him and crouch. Not a word was spoken between us after I told him we needed to leave so I don't know what exactly he wants me
