Talked Into It

If you’ve never had the chance to ride a giant wolf home, you’re missing out. The easiest way for us to get home probably involved me shifting into a wolf or something myself, but I wasn’t in the mood for anything like that at the moment, so Ben shifted, and I carried his clothes, riding on his back. It was actually a lot of fun. He ran pretty quickly, carefully dodging around the low branches and wider tree trunks, the wind blowing through my hair. I kept his clothes and shoes between my legs and wrapped my arms around his neck to make sure I didn’t fall off. When we finally reached home, about twenty minutes after we left Francis’s house, I was a little sad to have to get off so that Ben could shaft back into his human form. I sort of wanted to drop his clothing on the porch and go for another run. It was freeing. I felt like I was one with nature. And… I didn’t have to face Nuthatch while we were on the ru