Finlay
he playful mood stayed with us into the next day. Sam suggested we all go for a run in the woods and since none of us, except Amie, had shifted since we got here, we all agreed. As I shifted to my blond wolf, I felt the joy he felt at being free to run. The fifteen of us stretched our legs in the woods and after an hour of exploring, we found a large meadow with grass and wildflowers. A brook ran across it and it made me think of our pack land. Amie started a game of tags with Sam and soon most of the others had joined in. My aunt came to sit next to me as we watched the other wolves zoom across the meadow.
‘They are having fun,’ she remarked.
‘Yes. It will do them good,’ I agreed. After a while, they seemed to have had enough of playing and went in search of a good place to rest
