Oliver bogs down to a slow walk, bouncing lightly on his paws as he pads forward. The trees sheepishly speed past us, following our leisurely pace. The soft crunch of brittle twigs and old leaves beneath our feet is music in the quiet atmosphere, still absent of birds or insects.
I yawn, nearly having to close my eyes at the intensity. Quickly, I catch up beside Oliver, no longer trailing behind him. We walk side by side in silence as I glance at him from the corner of my eyes.
I'm not entirely sure why I didn't notice it before, but his wolf is nearly the size of my fox. Odd. I guess my fox is relatively bigger than I initially thought. After all, he does stand a few inches taller than I do. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been around another shifter?
"Hey, Oliver?" I question as I trail
