Kate had not been running in her feral form for months. She loved the crisp air, the snow was barely felt as it clung around her paws. The scent of pine, winter plants, and rodents filled her nose. She stopped at a brook and lapped up the fresh waster. It was frigid and clean. She toyed at Horen's tail and leaned her whole body next to Horen's side. Kate felt secure around him. No one would dare bother a wolf his size. Her small frame was dwarfed and shadowed by Horen. He too was adorned with balls of snow around his ankles and legs. Kate weaved around the massive wolf. His muscles were not defined he was fun to pounce on and his fur was illuminated  in the moonlight.<br/><br/>"I claim thee the King Horen. The forest is your rhelm and you have dominion over all. You are the Mighty Horen."<br/><br/>Kate picked up a piece of fallen oak in her mouth and laid on the ground in in front of Horen's front paws. "Your royal septor"<br/><br/>The little fox out stretched her font paws and arched her back, bowing to him.<br/><br/>"You have no predators and no one rules over you. Here you are free."<br/><br/>Kate licked his mussel and nuzzled him. She loved feel of his fur and sent of snow and musk as she waifed his neck.<br/><br/>"