Once I served the soup to the Luna, I realized my wolf has not been let out in a while. I walked to the front porch, with Noah in tow. I turned to him and said, "I think, I'm going to let my wolf go for a run. She hasn't really since we've gotten here. Is that okay?"

Noah's furrowed brows nodded. I smile and continued to walk down and close to the woods.

"We will not be passing the boarder though." He said firmly.

"That's okay."

It was freezing. The snow was getting thicker and thicker, by the minute. But I felt my wolf become a little more excited...