LAYLA’S POV
I haven’t let Oakie out for a run in a while so she bursts through the shift the second I give her the opening.
She has been waiting for this and I can always tell.
In this form everything sharpens: the smell of trees, the feel of the ground under her paws, and the way light makes every tree glow as the sun starts to sink. This is the part I like most about shifting. When I’m in Oakie’s body, it’s more like stepping back and letting her drive while I ride along behind her eyes. I feel everything she feels. The cool air on her fur, the rhythm of her paws as she runs, and the satisfied rumble in her chest that means she’s happy.
She’s been happy a lot lately and I’ve noticed.
She used to carry this tension all the time, and was always ready to attack. Since we bonded when I
