Some Nice Strangers
Being a rogue is brutal. During the first few days on my own, every little sound would make me stumble. I had never been away from home for this long, and I knew the woods were full of different supernatural beings.
At night, I would find a secluded tree trunk or bury myself under some branches in wolf form to stay warm and sleep—not so peacefully.
There’s no rush for me to reach the mountains. I know where I’m headed, but in my current state, I don’t know how I’ll be received.
One morning, while walking through the forest in human form, I began to hear laughter and running. I shouldn’t have, but the sounds were so innocent and playful that I started heading in their direction.
Just over a small hill, I looked down to see a fresh spring where a young man and w
