06-08-2009, 02:58 PM
Willow had just become part of the pack. Now what? What was she suppose to do? She didn't want to upset anyone already. So Willow crossed the border line and laid down about 50 feet out in the damp grass. Slowly, Willow changed into her werewolf form. As her paws extended into fingers, and her legs grew in size, Willow was finally in her most comfortable form. Sighing, Willow plopped down Indian-syle. Looking up at the sky, Willow started to smile. She was welcome somewhere. She was worth someone's time. It felt great. Finally, Willow laid down, and curled up to fall sleep in the darkness.