It was a slow-going day. Not much really needed to be done, so I was more than happy to laze around. I studied a bit, but mostly read for fun. I was currently hooked on a fantasy series, that I could spend the entire day reading and still want more. The plot was perfect: intriguing characters, frequent action, and, well... just a bit of romance. I had a bit of a fan-crush on the main character, but I'd only told one person, Delia. She was kind of like a forbidden friend, since she was of the Shining Moon pack. Speaking of her, I heard a howl, unmistakably my friend's. I stiffened just slightly. She had better not be hurt again, I swore, it was as if she liked making people hate her, her pack and mine. But nevertheless, I shut the book with a soft 'snap' and crept outside. No one, even my brother, knew I met with Delia, which made it all the more exciting, like I was a character in the series.
Before I left, I grabbed a small first-aid kit, just in case. It was small enough that I could fit it in my jaws easily, and it had come in handy on more than one occasion. I tiptoed outside (being careful to not disturb the others, like Beke, Zach, or Sari), dropped the kit, and changed to my wolf form. I took off running, but not before I bit onto the kit, so I could carry it.
Occasionally, I wished I had a prettier coat, something lighter maybe, but it was at these times that I was glad it blended into the trees surrounding me. I loped to our meeting place and padded inside quietly. I was lucky I didn't pass any guards, but I almost had a run-in with a couple, the I prevented by hiding at the last second. I spat out the kit and barked timidly, to see if Delia had gotten here, or if she was lying in some clearing, bleeding.