Where Kristina shows her love to us
Where Cercelee doesn't give a shit
Cercelee had shifted into luperci form. Muscles and bones stretched, popped into place, and soon enough she was walking on two legs, a great deal taller than she was use to. It had been weeks, maybe a month or more, since she had shifted. It was not often that she found a use for opposable thumbs or two legs, although she no longer found it odd the growing amount of canines that did. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, which was clear and the air crisp, felt like a night to relax and celebrate a little, although Cercelee had no idea what she was celebrating. Opening the door to one of the wine shacks in the many vineyards that lay within her borders, she looked over the wines. It would be just her, so one bottle would be fine, but the question was, white or red? Shrugging and on a whim, Cercelee grabbed one of each and set out.
Despite the decrease of speed she had as a were, she covered ground quickly, crossing the whole pack territory right through the middle. She could have easily enjoyed her spoils at the harbor, but there was the likely chance one of her pack mates would come across her, and tonight was a night for deep thinking and solitude, not idle chit chat. The slender female, white fur and hair rustling in the soft breeze, knew where she was headed. The wind spoke of beaches tonight, and that was where she would land. Often she came to this beach, whisper beach, and she wondered if maybe it had been the beach she was looking for all this time. It was empty, silent and dark, and the sky was littered with a dozen stars. Sitting herself cross-legged in the sand, she popped open the cork to the red wine and took a sip, throwing her head back to star gaze.
