CARLA
The sound of paws hitting the ground as we run, the wind blowing through our fur, the branches snapping as we step on them, I make sure to remember this very feeling. I ensure that I never forget this precious moment.
The first run makes me feel something that I can't explain. My stomach turns about here and there, power flowing through my veins as all of these people follow me.
I can feel the unity of the she-wolves and their happiness, an assurance that they've truly accepted me as their Luna.
After an hour or so, we stop by the lake to take a drink. I climb up a rock which enables me to have a good view of everyone. When I have everyone's attention, I howl to the full moon up above.
I sing a song of gratefulness.
The moon goddess should hear me with this sincerity right?
Ev
