Sleepless

Sebastian

Running doesn’t do anything to make me feel better about the situation with Aria, but I do it anyway, not only because my father has asked us to make sure that our borders are secure, but because I am trying to keep my mind off of the beautiful woman I am bound to run into again tomorrow, perhaps literally and purposely, and I am struggling to keep my thoughts from flooding with everything there is to think about her.

I feel the leaves, the dirt, the rocks beneath my paws. It has snowed recently, and the ground is moist, though the snow is mostly melted except for in the shaded areas of forest beneath the larger trees. I smell the deep scent of the woods. It coats my lungs and reminds me that I am a wild animal, at least in my wolf form. It makes me feel feral and free. It makes me forget about all things human, at least f