SPARROW
The little wolf, her tail wagging excitedly, trailed behind me as I ascended the hill towards our den. When I crouched to pick her up earlier, she stood tall, shaking out her fur with a playful grin. It seemed to be a dare from her animal, or maybe an invitation.
Shrugging, I kicked off my pants and shifted.
Then she happily trotted along beside me up the path.
Thaddeus was right—her animal has definitely taken whole control.
I can see the conflict in her eyes every time I glance at her, the general confusion as to why her wolf is so easily trusting mine.
It's dangerous.
I’m dangerous.
But the little wolf seemed quite taken with my purr, so I continued to emanate the sound to soothe her.
It's a natural reaction after observing her terror in the waves. My animal is hell
