They started out slowly. This was her first time running in wolf form without the looming threat of being chased. The sensation of moving on four legs still felt unfamiliar, wind rushing through her fur, sounds amplified, scents sharper, and her vision more acute than ever before. Everything seemed different. Brighter. Louder. Stronger.
Tad appeared to sense that she was still adjusting and kept their pace gentle at first. Gradually, as her confidence grew, they sped up. The ground flew beneath her paws, and the exhilaration of running freely was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Before she realized it, they had covered miles, leaving Peirceton's home far behind.
Yet with every step away from that familiar place, a heaviness settled in her chest. She knew Tad would understand. He
