Pack Runt

Upper Border

The air feels heavy...

As if somthing bad is going to happen...

The forest surrounds me on all sides, the trees are tightly pack next to one another it feels like I'm in a cage...

As I reach my hand up to my wolf pelt to shift into a wolf so I can better traverse the forest I find my that my pelt isn't on my shoulders. In fact it isn't on me at all!

As I stumble around looking for a way out I keep an eye out for notable land marks in case I get lost.

A fallen tree that looks like it's been struck by lightning.

A old oak tree with moss covering the left side of it.

And a familiar river shining in the moonlight. That is the river that cuts through moutain and where the tribe got its name.

As I follow the river to guide me back to RiverMoon I instead end up at a small wooden cottage. The cottage is old and the wood looks like it's eroding. The door is open and inside a see a old women with white robes. Her skin is pale and her hair even paler and she stares at me with unblinking grey eyes. She holds up her hand and beckons me to enter.

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   The alarm clock wakes me up.
It is five-thirty in the morning and I'm scheduled for border patrol at six so I have enough time to eat breakfast.

Thankfully I have enough food to make myself some breakfast of toast and sliced fruit.

When my toast is done and my apples are sliced I sit and eat in silence and I think about what I'm going to do after patrol. Usually I tend to go back to my cabin and spend the rest of time here but remembering what happened in the cafeteria yesterday I think I'll go and get some more food to stock up my kitchen so somthing like that never happens again.

After shoving the rest of my toast in my mouth I grab my wolf pelt laying neatly on the couch and head out. The morning air is cool and the only people out at the moment are on their ways to their own schedules.

With a deep breath I grab the "hood" of my pelt, which is the head of the wolf, and like magic the shift from human to wolf begins.

Skin turns to fur, hands and feet becomes paws as the bones change and reform in a painless process. Sight, smell and hearing enhances.

The blessing of the Moon Goddess is a truly wonderful feeling.

  I stretch my wolf form out, leap off the porch and take off for the east side of RiverMoon. It doesn't take me to long before I reach the meet up point where a small pack of five other wolves are waiting around. Two of them are in their human forms, one of them is the tribe's second in command Gordon. It's rare to see him not by Chieftain Tobias side.

The other three are in their wolf forms with two of them goofing off to the side trying to pounce on each other. I stroll up and sit next to wolf that's laying down patiently for patrol to begin. He doesn't even acknowledge my presence next to him.

  "Good, everybody is here." Gordon speaks. "I will be accompanying you all on today's patrol. We'll be on the look out for intruders or even dangerous beast that could bring danger to the tribe. No doubt Cresent Break is also on patrol for the same reasons. If you see a wolf you don't recognize as a wolf of RiverMoon don't engage endless you have to. The wolves of Cresent Break spend more time in their wolf forms than us and even more skilled in fighting in those forms."