Amie
After my alarm woke me in the morning, I just lay in bed for a while, getting used to the pack bond again. It wasn’t as if you always felt every individual in the pack and what they were feeling. It was more like a soft humming in the back of your mind. My last pack bond hadn’t been severed, as I had run away, the distance had made it feel less and less the further away I got. But even during my first months in my new home, I had felt it. But a pack bond that wasn’t maintained and if you didn’t return to the pack land at least a couple of times a year, it faded. The bond was a living thing and needed to be nourished and felt. But now a new pack bond had taken its place, as well as a connection to the pack land. I loved the familiar, yet new, feeling of it. I eventually got up and got
