Cities Of The Shifters ( Book Cover Done And Credit Goes To @MeowSniper Thanks)

Spring Valley in The Park

The sun was burning through the fog covered clouds that afternoon; Chance had been seated about the house lounging with his best friend by his side, which was his male pit-bull Remington. A grin covered his features as he slapped his hands against his thighs as he lifted himself from the couch; Remington quickly following behind Chance.

"Come on buddy let's go to the park." He said as he slipped his shoes onto his feet, reaching for the leash that connected to Remington's collar.

Remington was soon digging into the basket of toys where he grasped a bright colored Frisbee into his teeth and wandered over towards Chance. "Alright buddy we can play Frisbee" Chance said raking a hand through his thick brown locks.

Clicking the leash onto the link of Remington's collar they both were out the door and on their way to the park. Chance chuckled to himself as he sang aloud one of the many songs he'd wrote. Remington howling along with Chance's gorgeous voice as they entered the park. Everyone stared because they'd been quite the pair of duet singers.

Allowing the leash to slip through his fingers watching as the leash fell onto the ground. His hand reared back as he go ready to toss the Frisbee. "You ready boy?" He asked in a taunting tone as Remington barked to reply. Releasing the Frisbee out of his hand he chuckled watching as Remington bolted after the item.

"You got it boy!" He yelled with his hands cupped around his mouth.

Laura had ran out of inspiration for her paintings. Deciding she needed a change of scenery she went to the park with her portable easel and a sack full of paints and brushes. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail and she had worn her painters pants stained with all colours of the rainbow. She had her burkeis on which were in the same condition her pants, all covered with paint. Her fingers were in crusted with paint since she tended to use her fingers often instead of using a brush. to top her unsomble she had put on a strapped loose top. Laura liked to feel free when she painted. Her paintings where abstract, no shapes or form just pure feeling.

The warmth of the sun made her smile as she went through one of the many entrances to the park. Placing her easel in a grassy area she bent down to set her things on the ground. She was oblivious to her surroundings as she always was. Rarely did she paid any attention to the people around her. People tended to stay away from her and that was just fine. Her job as a guard was a quiet one and required long hours alone, so she was used to that anyway.

As she was standing up, a massive weight fell upon her. It wiggled all over her and began to lick her unabashed. Laura realised it was a dog. A very playful pup at that because he was taking the licking business up to a whole different level. Laura giggled as she let the dog lick her face to a prune like state. "Ok, ok, I forgive you." She said as she managed to straighten up. "What is this? A Frisbee ? Where is your master sweetie." She said as she stood up with Frisbee in hand looking for the owner of this delightful pup. Her eyes scanned the park.

Chance chuckled lowly watching as Remington took off after the Frisbee, but shielding his eyes with his hand as he lost track of where Remington had gone. The sunlight was bright in his eyes as he swiveled his cranium searching in every direction for Remington.

"F***" He cursed under his breath as he began running up the large hill where he'd sent Remington's Frisbee flying. Coming over the hill he searched around for Remington as he sighed. Chance thought for sure Remington had forgotten about the Frisbee and took off after a squirrel. "Damn dog"

"Remington!" He whistled a specific pattern that Remington knew to come to. "Remi!" He yelled. He heard the barking which was familiar to his ears. "Remington!" He called as he rounded the second hill seeing Remington with a female.