COLLETE
“Try to shift, Tasha. Let me see your wolf!” I made a pitch fluctuation of sounds of excitement. She had been pertinacious as she stood her ground, connecting with her wolf.
We were on the field again. It had been weeks of fueling her and bickering with her when she got impatient, and during that period, she had hoarded some fire too. She sometimes wouldn’t fly the coop into an argument, but most of all, laughing with her was assuaging. Tasha was really something.
Her wolf was, in truth, tenacious. She hadn’t shifted but many times her wolf had almost arisen, yet, as rascally as she was, she only made me thirst for it. I couldn’t get my head around as to why she refused to come out in her wolf form.
Tasha told me they had resolved the differences between them. I almost laughed
