Chapter 17

• Gwen's POV
• We went through the thick woods, the beating of our paws against the earth resonating through my being. The breeze brushed against my fur, conveying the aroma of opportunity that fuelled all our steps. Amaya clutched Sarah's fur firmly, their bond strong even in our lupin structures. Together, we flooded forward, our pack continuing onward with unfaltering assurance.
• As we ran through the wild, our faculties elevated, our general surroundings waking up in an orchestra of fragrances and sounds. The stirring leaves murmured privileged insights, directing us towards our objective. Our senses directed us, an intrinsic compass driving us to somewhere safe.