CEDAR
The first rays of the rising sun painted the packlands in magnificent hues of gold and green, creating a breathtaking landscape. In my wolf form, I relished the soft, warm light that made Tor's thick obsidian-black fur glisten as it swayed with the gentle morning breeze. A blend of playfulness and affection danced in his electric blue eyes as he feigned ignorance of the smaller creature stalking towards him, semi-hidden in the tall grass.
In lynx form, Felix’s coat was white as snow, perfectly suited for the winter months, but offering poor camouflage amid the colors of spring. Unaware of that, he continued to stealthily crouch closer through the dew-kissed undergrowth, his gaze fixed on my counterpart. When he found himself less than five feet away from my black beast, he sprang i
