Kieran
It had grown late with the sun heading towards the horizon, drawing in the darker colors. The animals are long gone from this area because of our noisy play except for the owls. Their hoots had already started. Even the coolness of the breeze became cooler, easing the burn on my skin. It let me know the day was nearly over. We must return to the pack house before the rogues come looking for their next meal.
My skin looked better, though, than the light tan or pasty pale reflection I would see. I wanted to stay in human form, so I could admire it, but Moonbeam was eager to be in the woods, again. She misses the wind in her fur and the smell of the woods filling her nose. I cannot blame her, and I feel bad that there have been times when I could not shift. I wish it was no
