*Calvin*
I inhale slowly, letting the cool air sting my lungs. Something about a run under the full moon just feels different. There are tales about how werewolves couldn’t control their shifts at first, forced to turn under each full moon. Many don’t believe it, but I do, for I can feel it in my blood when the moon shines on me. I spent so many full moons without a pack to run with. Somehow, it makes me feel more connected to my wolf.
The full moon made it easy for me to run off tonight to search for caves. Three formations on maps caught my eye, but I plan to stay out tonight to explore as much of the area as I can. Dad is covering the southern part of the packlands while I take the specific locations and anything else I can.
I ran with their pack for a bit, but once we got furth
