I can't help but feel free. My claws dig into the earth every leap and jump I take. I swerve my way around Sage whenever she lets me, the both of us letting our wolves enjoy the company of each other. I quickly notice that Sage is taking me up the side of one of the mountains in the valley, my eyes homing in on the small bit of smoke that's trailing in the air. The smell of beer and campfire hits my nose when the breeze shifts.
What would usually take a normal human hours to hike takes us merely a few minutes. We arrive at a clearing where a small cabin is in place. It's a rinky-dinky pub that oddly looks like it belongs here. As soon as we arrive, I can hear a ton of commotion. There also seem to be other wolves arriving into the clearing from all sorts of directions. They all bow their
