43. Untitled chapter
The greenery outside cave was tannin-brown. The grass was crispy under Arielle feet. She looked up and the trees were skyscraper tall. The morning stars were shining like silver snowflakes. Wood sorrel flecked the blanket of grass.
She walked in and out of shady glades. The peace of the morning was soul soothing. The forest's smell was fresh and organic, in a way it made her feel better.
She soon found the path that led to the pup care. She smiled, it's been a while since she saw those rascals.
Today a different set of pack offenders were at the gate , they weren't much trouble . One infact blushed when Arielle introduced herself, they were kind enough to tell her Macy was already in.
Arielle wasn't surprised, Macy preferred carrying for pups than cleaning shit in the pack barn, you may wonder what werewolves need horses for, well Treize will be the best to answer.