We ran through the forest, dodging trees as we headed north. The wind brushing my fur and the feel of my paws digging into the snow felt good. For the first time in a long time, I finally felt free. Soon, we came across a herd of white-tailed deer… and they smelled good.
"Wanna split one?" I asked Michelle in the Pack Mind. There was no sense wasting met if we didn't have to.
She laughed. "Sure. But why are you whispering?"
I chuckled. "Habit, I guess."
"Well, I smell a bear close by," Dakota said mentally. "You wanna split it?" he asked Micah.
"Of course." He laughed. "It sounds like we're splitting a cheeseburger or something."
Dakota shrugged. "Nope! A steak!" Then he inclined his head toward another part of the forest.
"Be careful!" I warned as they ran off. "Remember: Bear meat tastes like the last thing they ate."
Micah smiled mentally, his eyes gleaming. "We'll take our chances."
