AARON
I watch her walking a few steps ahead of me through the garden. Her lithe body practically floats among the nature that exists out here. The green of her eyes easily marvels the grass, and her red hair is a fiery beacon against the waning August flowers. She is taking everything very well considering she led a completely human life yesterday. I know she has more questions, and I will answer any of them happily. Right now, though, I am simply enjoying seeing her explore my lands.
It is a clear day, perfect for a tour of the pack. The weather is warm and dry despite it being at the tail end of August. However, the humidity is at its worst. I can tell it is bothering Bee, if the loose curls she keeps swiping away from her face falling from her bun are any indication.
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