People would soon be allowed to return to the smaller town beyond Sheridan, or what was left of it. Kirk and Brett hadn’t found any shifters, but would remain in Sheridan in case some did turn up. The forest was still burning, but the fire continued its easterly path. As far as any of them could tell, the firefighters and other emergency crews had moved on. It wasn’t safe for Gilbert or the other leopards to shift into their animal, but Josiah and Lyndon were deemed safe enough and so they would strike out as wolf and cougar. Gilbert and the others would follow at a distance, just in case there were any news crews in the air. It wouldn’t do to be seen traipsing along beside wild animals. It’d be suspicious, to say the least. “I wish I could shift,” Jihu said as he watched Lyndon and Josiah talking. “I haven’t gotten to in months. I miss running and giving over to my leopard.” Gilbert took a sip from the water bottle and handed it to Jihu. “Drink. We don’t want to get dehydrated.”
