She looked and sounded bewildered. What they knew about our kind, was wrong and I was going to prove it. I trotted past her and glanced back. I gestured my head for her to follow before running off into the forest.
I needed to get back to the packhouse. I'm not stopping Alarix... I'm saving him.
Celeste kept up with me, racing next to me. Now and again, she would glance at me in awe. Once we reached the pack lands, I slowed down. I needed to shift back; I couldn't communicate with her in my wolf form.
I shifted back behind a tree before approaching her, fully clothed. "Your wolf... She's impressive." She muttered. "We were told you were weak." She admitted.
I chuckled and shook my head. "Some wolves are... But wolves from my pack are far from weak." I asserted proudly. She smiled at me
