Carson Point of View
I walked into the woods surrounding the pack territory. The forest around me is thick, thick as in thick enough that even light won’t pass through trees, then there was the heart of the woods which was maintained by us and then again, a thick layer of the forest.
It was to make sure that no human roams around our land or even gets the slightest hint of our existence. There are also human hunters who kill wolves for their own sick money-making ideas, and this forest was like a barrier to keep them away.
As I reached near the edge of the thick vegetation, I decided to shift into my wolf, Cleo. With a once over of the place, I hunched down a bit as my spine elongated naturally while my facial muscles rearranged themselves while the mandibular and maxillary bones of
