Irabel stared out of a large window that overlooked the perfectly cured grass down below. Under the bright morning sun, the lush greenery was tempting. Peaceful and quiet for her troubled mind, but it was the thicket beyond the greenery that Irabel wished she could disappear into. From where she stood she imagined that wet woody scent that had enough magic to calm her senses. The beautiful feel of the dirt beneath her paws, the rustling of the wind against her fur as she sprinted past a thousand trees heading nowhere in particular. Just her enjoying the freedom that came with shifting. That part of her that she could lean on when things fell apart. Her perfect escape from things she didn't want to face. The part she desperately needed right now. If only she had her wolf.
This wasn't Belmo
