Zephyr could hear the sound of his wolves as they all dashed through the forest.
They howled and yipped and laughed as the thrill of being in their wolf forms overtook them.
Fenrir led them. His wolf was an unstoppable force.
He could feel his wolf's attention being dragged to a rabbit in the bushes nearby. The creature made a run for it the moment it noted whose attention it had managed to attract and Zephyr found himself chuckling as his wolf gave chase.
The other members of his pack would also engage in miniature hunts tonight.
Some of them would hunt for prey, and some would hunt for mates.
The wind that blew just a few seconds to the rising of the moon in the sky had smelt like rain.
Everyone knew that when the wind carried the smell of rain on a full moon, some wolves would ge
