parkhana

 The move to Siren Cove had disrupted the usual activities of Hana's pack. There wasn't much time for running about and play hunting while everyone was busy unpacking and setting up their new homes. But the full moon meant they had to put away their chores and just run.

Being the fastest in her pack often meant she had to pull up and wait for the rest of the group to catch up but, seeing as they hadn't had a good run in over a month, Phillip had been more than happy to just let them run wild for the night. As she shifted into the sleek, but small, form of a white wolf Hana let out a series of happy yips, prancing about and giving her body a shake to rid herself of any loose fur once the transformation was complete. The rest of the pack seemed to be just as happy, bounding about and wrestling like pups for the first hour of their night. Finally, the pack leader stood at the head of the group and let out a howl, that the rest echoed, and then they were off.

Hana streaked into the night, darting between trees and just basking in the feel of the lichen beneath her feet and the crisp wind that slid through her fur. She let out another happy howl as she ran, inviting any other pack members to come and play with her.