Emily's pov
The run to the creek was a bit faster tonight.
I clutched Bryson's soft fur as he slows down. I loved to hear the sound of his paws digging into the earth.
Sometimes, I admit, I was a bit jealous that he could shift and enjoy this while I couldn't.
I longed to feel my own paws digging in the earth, hear the sound of the chirping birds clearer, feel the wind rushing through my fur.
I wondered what the color of my fur would be. Would I like it?
I longed to hear my wolf too.
Since I had not shifted, my wolf was still dormant. I couldn't hear her yet.
Bryson came to a stop, bending slightly so I could get off him safely.
A growl, low and rumbling came from his beasts jaws.
I looked at him confused.
"What's wrong?"
I questioned.
'Nothing'
His response left me confused
