Raythe, a black wolf ran, his heart pounding with the exhilaration of competing against others. Regular runs were planned through the wooded wildlife preserve, where they allowed their animal free rein. The wolf's strong muscles burned with the exertion of the race. Although Raythe could still communicate mentally with the others in human language, the freedom of his wilder side meant loss of power over the human part of him. What his inner beast did, whether kill, eat, or fuck was not in the human’s control. At least that's what the wolf wanted to believe. Both knew Raythe, the human, was always in charge. The pack raced on, darting and dashing around trees, toward a predestinated spot. The first one to arrive did not get any prize, per se. The bragging rights alone with these guys was a trophy in itself. Muscles released and contracted as Raythe pushed his beast forward. A black wolf, he was amongst the largest in the pack, of mostly timber wolves. The pack's leader another rare kind, had welcomed him without reservation when he arrived from the northwest.
