Wynston Watson
Wynston shot open his eyes to see the sun creeping through his window and quickly kicked of his covers. He began to sprint towards the forest, which was where he spent most of his time. Before he stepped into the forest he started his transformation. An excruciating pain wrapped around Him, every part of body tightened in hope to withstand the pain. When it was over he went on his paws and continued into the forest. The wind danced through his shiny black fur as he joyfully ran into the thick trees. It took a few minutes until he finally reached his favorite part. It was a large boulder that stood in the deepest part of the forest, about six feet tall and eight feet wide covered with a layer of soft moss that he enjoyed lying down on. He climbed up to the top and scanned the area in search for anyone else from the Isle. Once he was sure that no one was there he jumped of the rock and began chasing other animals, acting like a silly pup. He would be extremely embarrassed if anyone saw him like that.
After a few hours of fooling around in his wolf form, Wynston leaped up and landed back on the boulder. He lied down to rest, but proudly stuck his chest out so that all the other animals of the forest knew that he was not to be messed with. But, the sound of the quiet wind slipping through the trees gently lulled the proud, black wolf to sleep making his heavy eyelids hide his mesmerizing blue eyes.
"Meeting in the courtyard!" Wynston woke up to the sound of Fleet's voice blaring across the island. He stood up and gracefully ran out of the forest. Once he was a few feet away from the forest he turned back to his human form and ran with all his remaining strength to his dorm. There he quickly washed the dirt from his face, he wanted to change into to fresh clothes, because the clothes that he was wearing made it clear that he had been out in the forest, but there was no time so he just went to the courtyard wearing the same clothes that he slept with and ran around in the dirt with.
At the courtyard, Micheala had just started her speech. Wynston leaned on the wall and listened to what she had to say. Her beautiful voice relaxed Wynston. He gave her most of his attention, but gained all of it when she mentioned a surprise. He reached into his pocket and got a chocolate bar which he put into his mouth. He was starving, and the anxiety of wanting to know what the surprise multiplied his hunger. Other than the whole fact that they were all magical and shit, in the month that he had been there, Isle wasn't that exciting in his opinion.