The air that filled Laurel's lungs was cold and crisp, it was abundantly clear that winter would set in not too many weeks even if one didn't know what month it was. Despite popular belief Laurel did know the month and had a calendar on the wall of her bedroom at home. She was still getting used to having Ryan in her head all the time. She had no privacy, of course it had brought them closer but sometimes it was too close for comfort. It would just take some getting used to she supposed.
Her nostrils flared widely as she took in all the scents around her, crisp and fresh unpolluted air for the most part. The moss squished under her paws wetly because of the rain the night before, she couldn't wait for the snow to hit the ground. To feel the pause and the crunch around her paws as she ran through the snow. Running came natural as a wolf, her ears flicked around with each sound. A stir in the bushes caught her attention and she skidded to a halt, remaining perfectly still.
A quick inhale of air told her rabbit, dead rabbit but there was something else. Something that worried her, wolf and not one of her own. She quickly stifled the fear in hopes of not waking Ryan if he wasn't already awake. He'd still been asleep when she had left. It was still early in the morning. Lone male wolves were rarely around for good reasons. A rogue had killed her mother and her father had never truly gotten over it. She quickly squashed those thoughts as well. She didn't need to get too emotional. Her and Ryan's bond was still growing, it seemed like their minds got closer all the time, each passing day they were more inside each others' heads. Albeit unwillingly on her part, she wasn't exactly sure how he felt getting that first hand look into her mind and sharing his own with almost nothing to shield it.
She pushed off, heading back towards their small village of sorts made up of log cabins that each pack member lived in along with a central Long House where they had pack meals and meetings. She pushed herself on the way home, stretching her muscles and them pulling them tight again and racing through the forest with near blinding speed. These were times when she was almost thankful for what her father had put her through. She was fast and silent. She shifted mid-stride before she got to the house.