Draven prowled through the trees the way he loved to when he was given the freedom of our runs. This was his playtime. The forest became his playground once he had pushed himself to his fullest in his running. Pushing his body to it's limits. Now he was toying with the small animals that were doing their damned hardest to flee from him. I knew he enjoyed the teasing… toying with them. The pleasure of the hunt… He was a wolf after all. This was his was to relax after over-exerting.
I had dropped back within his mind to allow him the liberty to enjoy himself. I enjoyed our runs. The space. That chance to be free. And feeling my wolf at his strongest. That reminder just how powerful he was. With the generally peaceful world we lived within at present it was rare my wolf had to fully flex hi
