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Of all the times of year that Jaydn had run in these woods behind the house that he had built and designed for his pack, fall was his favorite. The scent of the air, crisp, just a hint of the chill that was coming, the scent of the leaves and the forest around him was something that couldn't be superseded by anything else, certainly not the warm, dampness of summer that reminded him too much of painful, past memories. He shook that thought away with a jerk of his head, pushing more speed into his coiling muscles. For now, it was easy to just let himself run without thinking about the actions. His shifted body wove through the trees much more gracefully than his human shape could have ever achieved, the joy of four paws again something that he would never get over. It was a privilege to be allowed this in the comfort of his own territory.
In a moment of pure, reckless abandon, he gave in to the urge to roll through the fresh fallen leaves, throwing himself down into one of the near drifts of them, the bright yellows and crimsons crushed under his falling frame, catching in his fur and making him snort and shake his head as they pricked at his ears.
He would never underestimate a run like this, among the leaves and the scents of the autumn afternoon, knowing that when he finally returned back to the house, his pack would be waiting for him. Sometimes, a simple run was all he needed.
In a moment of pure, reckless abandon, he gave in to the urge to roll through the fresh fallen leaves, throwing himself down into one of the near drifts of them, the bright yellows and crimsons crushed under his falling frame, catching in his fur and making him snort and shake his head as they pricked at his ears.
He would never underestimate a run like this, among the leaves and the scents of the autumn afternoon, knowing that when he finally returned back to the house, his pack would be waiting for him. Sometimes, a simple run was all he needed.
