<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Very few things were as freeing and exhilarating as running in wolf form, with no set destination in mind. The wind rustled through dark fur as the Alpha sped up, still mindful of the slower individuals following behind. Padded paws landing soundlessly against the forest floor, hopping over fallen branches. Out here, Cyrus wasn't hounded by the weight of the responsibilities that awaited him. He reveled in the momentary peace. Unsure of when he'd get another chance to get away from it all.<br/>
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Taking a sharp left, Cyrus burst out into a clearing of sweeping hills set against a backdrop of mountains far in the distance. The Alpha slowed to a trot, lifting his face skyward, the building elation releasing as a howl that reverberated through the night sky. A familiar call, signifying a union as much solidifying the pack's bond.<br/>
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With no immediately pressing matters to get back to, the wolves were free to frolic in the grass, as well as a temporary reprieve for those who needed a bit of rest before the Alpha and Luna led the pack back home to wrap up the celebrations. And Cy's wolf took full advantage of the time, nipping at the white wolf at his side, before hopping away, tail wagging a mile a minute.</span>