I woke with the first gray light filtering through the container’s ventilation gaps, feeling more centered than I had in days. | Guardian’s Composure | had
done work overnight
- the steady warmth in my chest had actually allowed me to sleep very well even in
stuffy
conditions.
"Might have been the best sleep I’ve had in years..."
Taking off the set of clothes I slept in and Stashing the shipping container, I shifted to wolf form for the journey back. Hours of running through the forest on
four legs
felt great with my paws on the damp earth as Vrika and I
moved in harmony
through the trees.
> Two may be my favorite number representation of balance, but four is just practical when it comes to the number of feet one has to use. Can’t exactly shift right in front of her though. That would be awkward. Not thinking I’m tricking her, not thinking I’m planning on her owing me one, just a person seeing how intent I am and trying to work things out for the both of us. The lure of the chicken was too strong. Why didn’t you stop- right, because you want it too. That was a stupid question. Looks like we’ll have to wait on the chicken, Vrika. Well, it’s cold anyway and not fresh kill... not that it would have stopped me from chowing on it after removing that sealing plastic! <