Talia was having the time of her life.
Her four-legged steps were wobbly at the beginning, but Damon told her to give in to the call of nature and not overthink it, and within a minute, she was running through the bushes in a game of tag with a massive black wolf. Her mate.
Damon would playfully nudge her or nip at her tail, and she would squeal every time he caught up with her.
Talia thought that she had an advantage in speed, but no matter how fast she ran, Damon would always be one step behind her.
The sense of freedom was overwhelming, and Talia wished that this could last forever.
Talia knew that there were many other wolves behind them as she could hear steps and rustling of foliage that mixed with howls and yelps occasionally, but her focus was completely on Damon.