But then, the sable wolf tilts his head to the side as if he heard something.
Or as if he's listening to someone in his head. Herd talk must be great.
He returns to his human form. Tall and blonde, just like a Ken doll encounters a wolf changer. "Are you Willah?" she asks, her face and tone neutral.
I nodded.
The other two wolves soften their stances and take a few steps back to stand just behind the man.
"You can join us, but next time try not to scare us lookouts."
I nodded again and let out a short bark that I hoped conveyed the right amount of swearing at him.
Reverse shifted, and the four of us ran in a slack pattern, following the rest of the pack a considerable distance. Still no problem. We'll catch up soon.
