Logan
There was one thing my packmates and I would always agree on: traveling in wolf form was undoubtedly better. Easier. Faster.
No uneven forest ground, slippery hillside or rocky climb could be a match for our strong legs and big paws.
In the three days of travel since we left the lakeshore, heading west, Liora was the only one traveling on foot. A few times, mostly on patches that were more treacherous or that posed a higher risk of encountering an enemy, one of us would trail behind my mate in human form. This meant a couple times a day, one of us would shift, but never for more than a couple hours. We would also use these moments to relay any messages we might have for her. Since we could understand her words just fine even in beast form, whenever Liora was walking on her own an
