TJ changed forms and sped to catch up with the white polar bear topping a small rise. Along the way, he checked out Donovan’s bear form. A beautiful white, pristine coat shone in the filtered sunlight. The black coloring on his nose complemented his blue eyes. Large feet held long claws, more than capable of tearing into trees or flesh, whichever the situation called for. Size wise, Donovan pretty well equaled TJ, who wasn’t a runt by any means. He hadn’t bothered to do measurements on himself, but knew that Donovan matched up well. Donovan could be a force to be reckoned with, if he ever got pushed out of shape. Not that TJ had seen evidence of that in the least. He’d never met a more laid back shifter in his life. And, that proved to be mighty addictive.
Recalling Donovan’s teasing, TJ
